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Monday, 18 February 2013

“I can dive", Sophia said. "Do you know what it feels like when you dive?"
Of course I do," her grandmother said. "You let go of everything and get ready and just dive. You can feel the seaweed against your legs. It's brown, and the water's clear, lighter towards the top, with lots of bubbles. And you glide. You hold your breath and glide and turn and come up, let yourself rise and breathe out. And then you float. Just float."
And all the time with your eyes open," Sophia said.
Naturally. People don't dive with their eyes shut."

-- Tove Jansson

Eyes.
Found here

Thursday, 14 February 2013

Happy Valentines!


Found here

Happy Valentines!


'I love you... like dogs love squirrels'

Card from RedBirdInk

Love

"Do you think that love, in order to be genuine, has to be extraordinary?
What we need is to love without getting tired.
How does a lamp burn?
Through the continuous drops of oil. If the drops of oil run out, the light of the lamp will cease.
What are these drops of oils in our lamps?
They are the small things of daily life: faithfulness, punctuality, small words of kindness, a thought for others, our way of being silent, of looking, of speaking, and of acting.
These are the true drops of love...
Be faithful in small things because it is in them that your strength lies."

--Mother Theresa

Monday, 11 February 2013


Found here

blue ink


Image of Kiki Smith's back - by Valerie Hammond, 'apports', 4-color photogravure, 20 x 16 inches, 2012.


Found here
Blue songs are like tattoos
You know I've been to sea before
Crown and anchor me
Or let me sail away
Hey Blue, here is a song for you
Ink on a pin
Underneath the skin
An empty space to fill in
Well there're so many sinking now
You've got to keep thinking
You can make it thru these waves
Acid, booze, and ass
Needles, guns, and grass
Lots of laughs lots of laughs
Everybody's saying that hell's the hippest way to go
Well I don't think so
But I'm gonna take a look around it though
Blue I love you

Blue here is a shell for you
Inside you'll hear a sigh
A foggy lullaby
There is your song from me

© 1970; Joni Mitchell

From Karen Jacobs

Saturday, 9 February 2013

waves





Relax magazine #75.5
New Waves by Takashi Homma


 Found at reference library.
“There is no stability in this world. Who is to say what meaning there is in anything? Who is to foretell the flight of a word? It is a balloon that sails over tree-tops. To speak of knowledge is futile. All is experiment and adventure. We are forever mixing ourselves with unknown quantities. What is to come? I know not. But, as I put down my glass I remember; I am engaged to be married. I am to dine with my friends tonight. I am Bernard.”

 -- Virginia Woolf, The Waves