Falling

In the night

Love went on around him - reproachless love and illicit love alike. As he strolled along the seaside promenade at nine o'clock, when the stars were bright enough to compete with the bright lamps, he was aware of love on every side. From the open-air cafés, vivid with dresses just down from Paris, came a sweet pungent odor of flowers and chartreuse and fresh black coffee and cigarettes - and mingled with the all he caught another scent, the mysterious thrilling scent of love. Hands touched jewel-sparking hands upon the white tables. Gay dresses and white shirt-fronts swayed together, and matches were held, trembling a little, for slow-lighting cigarettes. On the the other side of the boulevard lovers less fashionable, young Frenchmen who worked in the stores of Cannes, sauntered with their fiancées under the dim trees, but Val's young eyes seldom turned that way. The luxury of music and bright colours and low voices - they were all part of his dream. They were the essential trappings of love in the night.


F. Scott Fitzgerald - Love in the Night

On playing me at cards:

"You're beautiful - but I will destroy you."

♥

North Star

How good it is to put our bodies to proper use, out of doors air on skin on skin taste of new warm under night close up reach up pour heaven down on me breathless dripping glimmers light and searing from above. Point my way, brightest, to the brightest in the dark lips on flood with the tiniest of stars true north take me fast through night air on skin on skin breathless shining to that meant paradise.

'I wanna be an explorer...'

I'd like to run away, to flee from what I know, from what is mine, from what I love. I want to set off, not for some impossible Indies or for the great islands that lie far to the south of all other lands, but for anywhere, be it village or desert, that has the virtue of not being here. What I want is not to see the faces, this daily round of days. I want a rest from, to be other than, my perpetual pretending. I want to feel the approach of sleep as if it were a promise of life, not rest. A hut by the sea, even a cave on a rugged mountain ledge, would be enough.



Fernando Pessoa - The Book of Disquet

Lontano dagli occhi,

lontan dal cuore.

'His totem is the wolf,' she repeated to herself.

A strange transport took possession of her, all her veins were in a paroxysm of violent sensation. 'Good God!' she exclaimed to herself, 'what is this?' And then, a moment after, she was saying assuredly, 'I shall know more of that man.' She was tortured with desire to see him again, a nostalgia, a necessity to see him again, to make sure it was not all a mistake, that she was not deluding herself, that she really felt this strange and overwhelming sensation on his account, this knowledge of him in her essence, this powerful apprehension of him. 'Am I really singled out for him in some way, is there really some pale gold, arctic light that envelopes only us two?' she asked herself. And she could not believe it, she remained in a muse, scarcely conscious of what was going on around.


D.H. Lawrence - Women In Love, 1921

How you gonna keep him down on the farm?

The only reason I know maybe when and where he's going is an open browser window left on my laptop - United Airlines: LAX - Panama City, Dec 11, un-purchased, one-way.
Stay till then, till it's too cold without the sun and the apples are long gone. Stay smiling, sunshine.

Do you give in that you are any less immortal?

If you stand at work in a shop I stand as nigh as the nighest
in the same shop,
If you bestow gifts on your brother or dearest friend I demand
as good as your brother or dearest friend,
If your lover, husband, wife, is welcome by day or night, I
must be personally as welcome,
If you become degraded, criminal, ill, then I become so for your sake,
If you remember your foolish and outlaw'd deeds, do you
think that I cannot remember my own foolish
and outlaw'd deeds?
If you carouse at the table I carouse at the opposite side of
the table,
If you meet a stranger in the streets and love him or her,
why I often meet strangers in the street and
love them.


Walt Whitman - Leaves of Grass

It was love,

she thought, pretending to move her canvas, distilled and filtered; love that never attempted to clutch its object; but, like the love which mathematicians bear their symbols, or poets their phrases, was meant to be spread over the world and become part of the human grain. So it was indeed.



Virginia Woolf - To The Lighthouse

Philippe's primeval dream,

in which love, by outstripping the requisite age for love, surpassed the generous limits of its own boundaries, had plunged him far back among solitudes where he was lord and master. He wandered past a grotto - a slung hammock hollowed by a naked form and the embers of a wood fire flickering at ground level - before the power of divination deserted him and the wings of his imagination were clipped, and he plummeted headlong down till he touched the cushioned depths of the deepest sleep.

Colette - Le Blé en Herbe, 1923

William-Adolphe Bouguerau

The Wave, 1896

"Each day I go to my studio full of joy; in the evening when obliged to stop because of darkness I can scarcely wait for the next morning to come... if I cannot give myself to my dear painting I am miserable."

He painted eight hundred and twenty-six paintings.

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Browning - Paracelsus

If I stoop
Into a dark tremendous sea of cloud,
It is but for a time. I press God's lamp
Close to my breast; its splendour, soon or late,
Will pierce the gloom. I shall emerge one day.
You understand me? I have said enough?

Are we not halves of one dissevered world,
Whom this strange chance unites once more? Part? never!
Till thou, the lover, know; and I, the knower,
Love — until both are saved.

'If somebody asked you what your deepest sexual experience had been, what would you say?'

I knew the answer to that. 'Lying in bed early one morning and watching a woman in a red dressing-gown brush her hair.'

Graham Greene - The Quiet American

summer

eat
drink
fuck
sleep
repeat
in the sun
in the dark
in the warm
in the ease

comings and goings

this bright flux gives and takes away
but more so to give and add to our joy
we spread ourselves throughout the world
to come back again soon
full with whispered treasures into one another's palms

called to the convent

get thee girl to a nunnery

i'll be your lover too

how was that?

this time will have seemed a dream

when the sun wakes out and emblazons our pale faces

tighten up
sharpen up
I am there with you.

the clouds are glowing for you

we like our love with a little bit of poison, gorgeous.