Miss Clarke & her reading 🦉
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Exquisitely useless 🎩. Poetry sometimes.
want 🌼🌚
Vladimir Nabokov / Laughter in the Dark Berkley, 1972
second cup of tea Monday's shining example of a gradely brew ☕️
First cup of tea: this will turn any reading light into a disco ball.
“I am interested in language because it wounds or seduces me.” ― Roland Barthes
good morning.
If your daily life seems poor, do not blame it; blame yourself, tell yourself that you are not poet enough to call forth its riches; for to the creator there is no poverty and no poor indifferent place. -Rilke
“The tunes of my own choosing all sounded false and wrong. I sought a newer music, I found an older song.” —Ursula K. Le Guin, “The Old Music”
"At the farthest remove from knowledge, the poem is exemplarily a thought that is obtained in the retreat, or the defection, of everything that supports the faculty to know. And no doubt this is why the poem has always disconcerted philosophy." Badiou
Goethe on what makes a poet: “As soon as he can appropriate to himself, and express the world, he is a poet.”
First cup of tea: this will turn any reading light into a disco ball.
“We were but a single flower, and our souls lived in one another like the flower when it loves and conceals its tender joys in its closed chalice..” Hölderlin
Lambourn Seven Barrows, a Bronze Age barrow cemetery which is also a nature reserve known for its wildflowers. I took this photo yesterday.
The tower became Durrell’s writing place and it was here that he wrote Prospero's Cell, his book about his happy days in Corfu before the war, and here too that he began writing what would become The Alexandria Quartet. — Michael Haag Villa Ambron, Alexandria (Hogarth)