You're Running Miles in Some Boy's Jumper

Vladimir: “You should have been a poet.”

Estragon: “I was.” [Gesture towards his rags.] “Isn’t that obvious.” [Silence.] 

Samuel Beckett, Waiting for Godot

There are filaments of your eyes
On the surface of the water
And in the edges of the snow.
I wanted comfort out of the arts and found myself writing that ‘Abstract art is not for the wanting in head and heart’.
His very existence was improbable, inexplicable, and altogether bewildering. He was an insoluble problem. It was inconceivable how he had existed, how he had succeeded in getting so far, how he had managed to remain — why he did not instantly disappear. ‘I went a little farther,’ he said, ‘then a little farther — till I had gone so far that I don’t know how I’ll ever get back.’

Happy Birthday, Virginia Woolf.

It seems redundant to pick a quote from one of the greatest modernists - and one of the greatest literary women - to have graced us with their gift. Nonetheless, this is one beautiful jewel amongst the myriad. 

“But, no. They stood there, isolated from the rest of the world. His immense self-pity, his demand for sympathy poured and spread itself in pools at their feet, and all she did, miserable sinner that she was, was to draw her skirts a little closer round her ankles, lest she should get wet. In complete silence she stood there, grasping her paint brush.” 

- To the Lighthouse

fsgbooks:

“I can only note that the past is beautiful because one never realizes an emotion at the time. It expands later, and thus we don’t have complete emotions about the present, only about the past.”
Happy Birthday, Virginia Woolf

fsgbooks:

“I can only note that the past is beautiful because one never realizes an emotion at the time. It expands later, and thus we don’t have complete emotions about the present, only about the past.”

Happy Birthday, Virginia Woolf

They gave birth astride of a grave, the light gleams an instant, then it’s night once more”.
elpasotimes:

Best photo of 2012 so far…

elpasotimes:

Best photo of 2012 so far…

virtutes-vitia:

“For a creative writer possession of the “truth” is less important than emotional sincerity.”
George Orwell

virtutes-vitia:

For a creative writer possession of the “truth” is less important than emotional sincerity.

George Orwell

mousygirl-on-the-end-pew:

Books that should exist in real life.


I want this on my wall / bookshelf. 

mousygirl-on-the-end-pew:

Books that should exist in real life.

I want this on my wall / bookshelf. 

curiouscats:

This was a close favourite. It’s just beautiful.
Alfred G Buckham - Aerial View of Edinburgh (1920)

curiouscats:

This was a close favourite. It’s just beautiful.

Alfred G Buckham - Aerial View of Edinburgh (1920)

Reading books in Scotland.