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"A thunderstorm. Irises purple against the clouds."

~ Virginia Woolf, A Writer's Diary (13th May 1935)

Castle seen from forest by Mark Ferrari.

also a poem from the new, unreleased collection. very possibly my own all-time favourite.

Joanna Klink, from “Night Sky”, The Nightfields

from "May", Tathev Simonyan

Dante Alighieri, The Divine Comedy, Book 1 “Inferno,” Canto 5 [tr. James (2013)]

"And it is told of Maglor that he could not endure the pain with which the Silmaril tormented him; and he cast it at last into the Sea"

"A thunderstorm. Irises purple against the clouds."

~ Virginia Woolf, A Writer's Diary (13th May 1935)

Lake Superior is calling, I gotta go

"I still feel that poetry is not medicine — it's an X-ray. It helps you see the wound and understand it. We all feel alienated because of this continuous violence in the world. We feel alone, but we feel also together. So we resort to poetry as a possibility for survival. However, to say I survived is not so final as to say, for example, I'm alive. We wake up to find that the war survived with us."

Dunya Mikhail, Revisiting Iraq Through The Eyes Of An Exiled Poet

We Lived Happily During the War, Ilya Kaminsky

After Dark, Haruki Murakami

Separation, W. S. Merwin

— James Baldwin, "Untitled"

— Vincent van Gogh, from a letter to Theo

[text ID: but the sunflower is mine in a way.]

Lament for the Rohirrim, J.R.R. Tolkien

Pride & Prejudice, dir. Joe Wright

["and longingly I long…"] Sappho, tr. Dan Beachy-Quick

Prologue to F. Dostoevsky's 'Demons' by Jorge Luis Borges

Irises in Monet's Garden | Claude Monet, 1900

Live slowly enough to think deeply about God.

William Mason Brown (1828-1898) "Raspberries in a Wooded Landscape" Oil on canvas Located in the Crystal Bridges Museum of American Art, Bentonville, Arkansas

An illustration of how the 5th century BCE Erechtheion on the Athenian acropolis may have looked with its original paintwork.

Do you ever think about how many of the items now considered priceless artifacts were once commonplace items? The coins we now marvel at from behind the glass at a museum were once tossed around, stepped on, and traded around. The pottery painstakingly pieced back together was somebody’s favorite wine jug. The decorative pin now rusted and bent once held together the shoulder of someone’s chiton. History is simply a trail of ordinary people going about their day, and I think there’s an odd sort of beauty in that.

Francois-Louis Schmied - The City Of Troy

O DEATHLESS SEA / irene by simon harsent / the invading surf by frederick judd waugh / the mediterranean in the ancient world by fernand braudel (trans. siân reynolds) / stormy sea by ivan konstantinovich aivazovsky / dancing in odessa by ilya kaminsky / i lived the beloved name by odysseus elytis (trans. olga broumas & t. begley) / strong winds and high tides battered a coastal road close to newtownards, northern ireland by peter morrison /  shipwreck off the cliffs of dover at night with dover castle in the distance by eugène lepoittevin / the odyssey, book 13 by homer (trans. emily wilson) / seebild by ingo kühl

"I wish I had done everything on earth with you."

-F. Scott Fitzgerald

-Painting by Ron Hicks

“And I dream too much and I don’t write enough and I’m trying to find God everywhere.”

— Anis Mojgani (via notebookofquotes)