austinkleon:

Jorge Luis Borges: The Task of Art

The task of art is to transform what is continuously happening to us, to transform all these things into symbols, into music, into something which can last in man’s memory. That is our duty. If we don’t fulfill it, we feel unhappy. A writer or any artist has the sometimes joyful duty to transform all that into symbols. These symbols could be colors, forms or sounds. For a poet, the symbols are sounds and also words, fables, stories, poetry. The work of a poet never ends. It has nothing to do with working hours. Your are continuously receiving things from the external world. These must be transformed, and eventually will be transformed. This revelation can appear anytime. A poet never rests. He’s always working, even when he dreams. Besides, the life of a writer, is a lonely one. You think you are alone, and as the years go by, if the stars are on your side, you may discover that you are at the center of a vast circle of invisible friends whom you will never get to know but who love you. And that is an immense reward.

Thx @robinsloan

"Cut a chrysalis open, and you will find a rotting caterpillar. What you will never find is that mythical creature, half caterpillar, half butterfly, a fit emblem of the human soul, for those whose cast of mind leads them to seek such emblems. No, the process of transformation consists almost entirely of decay."
Pat Barker, Regeneration (via commovente)
"Sin ought to be something exquisite, my dear boy."
Émile Zola (via observando)

secretempires:

Thanks Mr. Keating

aseaofquotes:

Sherman Alexie, The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian

aseaofquotes:

Sherman Alexie, The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian

"Angry, and half in love with you, and tremendously sorry, I turned away."
F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby  (via circumcising)
contagium:

 
sunset on mars by the spirit rover 2005

contagium:

 

sunset on mars by the spirit rover 2005

the marsh (by miss modish)

galasai:

Ye Rin Mok
Check out her tumblr

galasai:

Ye Rin Mok

Check out her tumblr

punkrockbetty:

myzaree:

A set from yesterday.

Perfect

"A short story I have written long ago would barge into my house in the middle of the night, shake me awake and shout, ‘Hey,this is no time for sleeping! You can’t forget me, there’s still more to write!’ Impelled by that voice, I would find myself writing a novel. In this sense, too, my short stories and novels connect inside me in a very natural, organic way."
Haruki Murakami (via writingquotes)

This is not a photograph of lovers, this is a 400 year old marble statue of Pluto and Proserpina

This is not a photograph of lovers, this is a 400 year old marble statue of Pluto and Proserpina