“Let us stifle under mud at the pond’s edge
and affirm that it is fitting
and delicious to lose everything.”
— Donald Hall, from “Affirmation” (via proustitute)
(Source: cinoh)
Inge Morath, Untitled, New York (1959)
jumping into the hudson river, 1948 - by ruth orkin
“As for myself, I swung the door open. And there was the wordless, singing world. And I ran for my life.”
— Mary Oliver, from “Work, Sometimes” in New and Selected Poems, Volume Two (via proustitute)
Serge Clement, from the series Cité Fragile, 1987-1992
“
Still, what I want in my life
is to be willing
to be dazzled —
to cast aside the weight of factsand maybe even
to float a little
above this difficult world.
I want to believe I am lookinginto the white fire of a great mystery.
”
I want to believe that the imperfections are nothing —
that the light is everything — that it is more than the sum
of each flawed blossom rising and fading. And I do.
— Mary Oliver, from “The Ponds” (via awritersruminations)
robert and mary frank, new york, 1949 - by elliott erwitt
Postcard from Edinburgh, signed by T.S. Eliot and Faber, 1945
Ireland, 1963
From Henri Cartier-Bresson Photographer
