"A Thunderstorm. Irises Purple Against The Clouds."

"I still feel that poetry is not medicine — it's an X-ray. It helps you see the wound and understand it. We all feel alienated because of this continuous violence in the world. We feel alone, but we feel also together. So we resort to poetry as a possibility for survival. However, to say I survived is not so final as to say, for example, I'm alive. We wake up to find that the war survived with us."

Dunya Mikhail, Revisiting Iraq Through The Eyes Of An Exiled Poet

gotta give anaxagoras credit, the sun is indeed larger than the peloponnese

William Mason Brown (1828-1898) "Raspberries in a Wooded Landscape" Oil on canvas Located in the Crystal Bridges Museum of American Art, Bentonville, Arkansas

art as a confession James Baldwin (The Precarious Vogue of Ingmar Bergman), Albert Camus (Notebooks, 1935-1942)

Brothers

Francois-Louis Schmied - The City Of Troy

Ada Limon said,  “I haven’t given up on trying to live a good life, a really good one even.” and “I want to try and be terrific. Even for an hour.” and  Anis Mojgani said, “Will I be something? Am I something? and the answer comes: You already are. You always were. And you still have time to be.”

“Well, even great celestial hieroglyphs / Are bodies of dust illuminated, and if / The heavens can be both sacred and dust / Oh, maybe so can the rest of us”

- Hieroglyphs, Eurus, The Oh Hellos

Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky, from a letter featured in The Life & Letters of Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky