October 2009
41 posts
September 2009
55 posts
Walking Home From Oak-Head
There is something
about the snow-laden sky
in winter
in the late afternoon
that brings to the heart elation
and the lovely meaninglessness
of time.
Whenever I get home—whenever—
somebody loves me there.
Meanwhile
I stand in the same dark peace
as any pine tree,
or wander on slowly
like the still unhurried wind,
waiting,
as for a gift
for the snow to begin
which it does
at first...
Petr Mička’s folklore band →
ch-ch-ch-check it out →
(via thelongwaytoyou)
Saving The Indigenous Soul →
Tram des Balkans →
Ghosts →
Isabel Allende, Questions & Answers →
Almost Perfect, Mr. President →
The Trees
Because we are like tree trunks in the snow. They appear to lie smoothly, and with a small shove one should be able push them away. No, it is impossible, because they are firmly bound to the earth. But see, even that is only appearance.
-Kafka
Interview in Open Letters Monthly with my friend,... →
krisnolte:
(via katievogel)
amazing
SKETCHES OF SIBERIA →
