Curious Delight

I was always going to the bookcase for another sip of the divine specific.
-Virginia Woolf


Lavender, Kent, England
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Lavender, Kent, England

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I have the joy of being able to tell you that, though deaf and blind, I spent a glorious hour last night listening over the radio to Beethoven’s “Ninth Symphony.” I do not mean to say that I “heard” the music in the sense that other people heard it; and I do not know whether I can make you understand how it was possible for me to derive pleasure from the symphony. It was a great surprise to myself…

What was my amazement to discover that I could feel, not only the vibrations, but also the impassioned rhythm, the throb and the urge of the music! The intertwined and intermingling vibrations from different instruments enchanted me. I could actually distinguish the cornets, the roll of the drums, deep-toned violas and violins singing in exquisite unison. How the lovely speech of the violins flowed and plowed over the deepest tones of the other instruments! When the human voice leaped up trilling from the surge of harmony, I recognized them instantly as voices. I felt the chorus grow more exultant, more ecstatic, upcurving swift and flame-like, until my heart almost stood still.


Decades before her extraordinary first experience of dance, Hellen Keller – quite possibly humanity’s greatest testament to optimism – recounts “hearing” Beethoven for the first time in this gorgeous letter. (via explore-blog)

mind blown


Sunset, Clovelly, England
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Sunset, Clovelly, England

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“It is likely I will die next to a pile of things I was meaning to read.”

—   Lemony Snicket (via nonelikejesus)

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“You can only grow if you’re willing to feel awkward and uncomfortable when you try something new.”

—   Brian Tracy (via onlinecounsellingcollege)

“You hardly ever need to state your feelings. The point is to feel and keep the eyes open. Then what you feel is expressed, is mimed back at you by the scene. A room, a landscape. … We don’t know what we feel until we see it distanced by this kind of translation.”

—   Wisdom from celebrated poet James Merrill, who echoes Annie Dillard and adds to our ongoing archive of insight on writing. (via explore-blog)

Words For It

I wish I could take language
And fold it like cool, moist rags.
I would lay words on your forehead.
I would wrap words on your wrists.
“There, there,” my words would say–
Or something better.
I would murmur,
“Hush” and “Shh, shhh, it’s all right.”
I would ask them to hold you all night.
I wish I could take language
And daub and soothe and cool
Where fever blisters and burns,
Where fever turns yourself against you.
I wish I could take language
And heal the words that were the wounds
You have no names for.

-Julie Cameron

“I wanted a perfect ending. Now I’ve learned, the hard way, that some poems don’t rhyme, and some stories don’t have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what’s going to happen next. Delicious Ambiguity.”

—   Gilda Radner (via observando)

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“If you’re going to be crazy, you have to get paid for it or else you’re going to be locked up.”


 Hunter S. Thompson

ha, acting..

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“Grab the reins and fucking do it.”

“Dance, when you’re broken open. Dance, if you’ve torn the bandage off. Dance in the middle of the fighting. Dance in your blood. Dance when you’re perfectly free.”

—   Rumi (via introspectivepoet)

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