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What is a poet? An unhappy man who hides deep anguish in his heart, but whose lips are so formed that when the sigh and cry pass through them, it sounds like lovely music. And people flock around the poet and say: ‘Sing again soon’ - that is, ‘May new sufferings torment your soul but your lips be fashioned as before, for the cry would only frighten us, but the music, that is blissful. Søren Kierkegaard, Either/Or (via larmoyante)

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“Nature is pitiless; she never withdraws her flowers, her music, her fragrance and her sunlight, from before human cruelty or suffering. She overwhelms man by the contrast between divine beauty and social hideousness. She spares him nothing of her loveliness, neither wing or butterfly, nor song of bird; in the midst of murder, vengeance, barbarism, he must feel himself watched by holy things; he cannot escape the immense reproach of universal nature and the implacable serenity of the sky. The deformity of human laws is forced to exhibit itself naked amidst the dazzling rays of eternal beauty. Man breaks and destroys; man lays waste; man kills; but the summer remains summer; the lily remains the lily; and the star remains the star.

As though it said to man, ‘Behold my work. And yours.”

Victor Hugo  (via artpropelled)

He was shy, timid, gentle, and kind, but he wrote gruesome and painful books. He saw the world as full of invisible demons, who tear apart and destroy defenseless people. He was too clear-sighted and too wise to be able to live; he was too weak to fight, he had that weakness of noble, beautiful people who are not able to do battle against the fear of misunderstandings, unkindness, or intellectual lies. Such persons know beforehand that they are powerless and go down in defeat in such a way that they shame the victor. He knew people as only people of great sensitivity are able to know them, as somebody who is alone and sees people almost prophetically, from one flash of a face. He knew the world in a deep and extraordinary manner. He was himself a deep and extraordinary world. Milená Jesenská (1896 - 1944), from her obituary to Franz Kafka.   (via lastwaltzinvienna)

(Source: wine-loving-vagabond, via thenightlymirror)

blastedheath:

Caspar David Friedrich (German, 1774-1840), Statue of the Madonna in the Mountains, 1804. Brush and black ink and gray wash, with graphite, on cream paper, 24.4 x 38.2 cm.

blastedheath:

Caspar David Friedrich (German, 1774-1840), Statue of the Madonna in the Mountains, 1804. Brush and black ink and gray wash, with graphite, on cream paper, 24.4 x 38.2 cm.

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The enemy of science is not religion. Religion comes in endless shapes and forms … . The true enemy is the substitution of thought, reflection, and curiosity with dogma. Frans de Waal (via aufwaerts)

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Nunzio Paci | on tumblr (b.1977, Italy)

Nunzio Paci is an artist living and working in Italy. His whole work deals with the relationship between man and Nature, in particular with animals and plants. The focus of his observation is body with its mutations. The intention is to explore the infinite possibilities of life, in search of a balance between reality and imagination. © All images courtesy of the artist

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