UNKEMPT SUNSHINE

PAPERBACK MUSINGS ON LIFE.
powells:

Happy Birthday, Shakespeare! http://powells.us/1rlfQSF *Disclaimer: no one is sure which day Shakespeare was ACTUALLY born but today is the generally agreed upon birthday celebration day.*

powells:

Happy Birthday, Shakespeare! http://powells.us/1rlfQSF *Disclaimer: no one is sure which day Shakespeare was ACTUALLY born but today is the generally agreed upon birthday celebration day.*

(via thetinhouse)

newyorker:

Richard Avedon first photographed Gabriel García Márquez on a rainy day in 1976, but he felt that the portrait was a failure. Avedon finally had another chance to photograph the writer in 2004. This is the portrait that emerged from that second session: http://nyr.kr/1h2usmA

newyorker:

Richard Avedon first photographed Gabriel García Márquez on a rainy day in 1976, but he felt that the portrait was a failure. Avedon finally had another chance to photograph the writer in 2004. This is the portrait that emerged from that second session: http://nyr.kr/1h2usmA

(Source: newyorker.com)

since feeling is first

since feeling is first
who pays any attention
to the syntax of things
will never wholly kiss you;

wholly to be a fool
while Spring is in the world

my blood approves,
and kisses are better fate
than wisdom
lady i swear by all flowers. Don’t cry
—the best gesture of my brain is less than
your eyelids’ flutter which says

we are for each other: then
laugh, leaning back in my arms
for life’s not a paragraph

And death i think is no parenthesis

~ e. e. cummings

I Remember

By the first of August 
the invisible beetles began 
to snore and the grass was 
as tough as hemp and was 
no color—no more than 
the sand was a color and 
we had worn our bare feet 
bare since the twentieth 
of June and there were times 
we forgot to wind up your 
alarm clock and some nights 
we took our gin warm and neat 
from old jelly glasses while 
the sun blew out of sight 
like a red picture hat and 
one day I tied my hair back 
with a ribbon and you said 
that I looked almost like 
a puritan lady and what 
I remember best is that 
the door to your room was 
the door to mine. 

~ Anne Sexton

When you consider things like the stars, our affairs don’t seem to matter very much, do they?

—Virginia Woolf (via observando)

We are torn between nostalgia for the familiar and an urge for the foreign and strange. As often as not, we are homesick most for the places we have never known.

—Carson McCullers (via introspectivepoet)

(Source: goodreads.com, via introspectivepoet)

The true revolutionary duty of a writer is to write well.

—Gabriel Garcia Marquez | 1927-2014 (via echo5charlie)