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Spirits of the Dead

October 20, 2014

II

Be silent in that solitude,
Which is not loneliness—for then
The spirits of the dead who stood
In life before thee are again
In death around thee—and their will
Shall overshadow thee: be still.

 
From “Spirits of the Dead” by Edgar Allan Poe via The Poetry Foundation.

A Forest Year

August 10, 2014

Samuel Orr spent almost two years living in a remote cabin in the woods of midwest Indiana while he worked on a series of nature documentaries.

One afternoon, as fall approached, I wondered what might happen if I set a camera up and took pictures everyday from the same window.

The result is “A Forest Year”, and it is so beautiful. Read more about the project (and the obsolete Nikon behind it) here.

101 days since

June 9, 2014

Even if I’m just talking to myself – it’s been a while. Four days after my last post, a loved friend passed away, and while I don’t want to write about her now (because it is dark and raining and the hole is deep), I want to open the doors to this blog again. It’s been a trying couple of months. But more on that later maybe. For now:

“There are certain people who come into your life, and leave a mark. Their place in your heart is tender; a bruise of longing, a pulse of unfinished business. Just hearing their names pushes and pulls at you in a hundred ways, and when you try to define those hundred ways, describe them even to yourself, words are useless.”

Sara Zarr
(via abundance)

Throw over your man

January 8, 2014

Look here Vita — throw over your man, and we’ll go to Hampton Court and dine on the river together and walk in the garden in the moonlight and come home late and have a bottle of wine and get tipsy, and I’ll tell you all the things I have in my head, millions, myriads — They won’t stir by day, only by dark on the river. Think of that. Throw over your man, I say, and come.

Virginia Woolf to Vita Sackville-West, 1927, From The 50 Greatest Love Letters of All Time, ed. David H. Lowenherz, Crown: New York, 2002.

Also:

December 17, 2012

Some things, happy geometric things

February 18, 2012

Quartz terrarium, Score+Soldier

‘Thalia’ Cropped Cami, Hopeless

Black geometric cuff, ArchetypeZ

‘Prologue and Epilogue’ prints, restlessthings

Multi Cut-Out Flannel Dress, Asos

To keep in mind when dancing

January 13, 2012

And,

Which is unfortunate. I do love dancing lepidopterologously.

 

via etiquettehell: 1950s Dance Etiquette

November 23, 2011
, by lucyshena.

I lit a light for you at Brompton Oratory late yesterday afternoon. Inside, it was dusky, incensed, the chapels candle-eyed. A fine sinewy man in bottle glasses changed the Virgin and child while I watched. A man from Belfast with stale breath and a lazy eye asked for change. I think I sat for an hour. A year, Kerry, a whole hideous year of being so strangely without you. We were half a world apart, but distance was in the detail and could not touch us. A year, and it’s not an exaggeration to say I think of you every day. The hole doesn’t get smaller, but some things do change. The anger has passed. The guilt at the anger has passed. Now my grief is a weariness, and a hurt that you didn’t want more of what we had so fervently promised each other. My dear girl, I’ve saved all the love you asked me to, and it grows, and it pains, and it makes the best and the worst of all this mess worth living if only because it’s in such complete memory of you. I miss you, kindred thing.

Syne of Ye Krazy Kat, 1921

October 25, 2011

Shorpy: “July 1921, the Krazy Kat club off Thomas Circle in Washington, with Cleon Throckmorton to the right. National Photo Company Collection.”

Click through for awesomely large size. Check the minx on the far left! Wowza. I has a drool. And the shoes on the girl in plaid. CUTE.

Things that ladies do

October 20, 2011

My delight at the “ladies’ day” and “ladies in waiting” references aside, I, like every other politically-conscious individual really do give a flying toss about what the “powerful women” are wearing (the GG was a “symphony in pink”, WTF, where can I get me some of that Powerful Lady Pastel? I’ll pay extra for spontaneous orchestral movements).

In other news, their respective men been “relegated to bit players” and appear to have been forced to suffer the indignity of not wearing anything at all. Girl Power!