"Art offers the possibility of love with strangers."
— Walter Hopps (1932–2005)
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Ansel Adams, Road after Rain, Northern California, 1960 [From the Metropolitan Museum of Art]. Thank you, liquidnight.](http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lyp990Bntv1qzhl9eo1_500.jpg)
Ansel Adams, Road after Rain, Northern California, 1960 [From the Metropolitan Museum of Art]. Thank you, liquidnight.
Allen Ginsberg, “An Eastern Ballad”
I speak of love that comes to mind:
The moon is faithful, although blind;
She moves in thought she cannot speak.
Perfect care has made her bleak.
I never dreamed the sea so deep,
The earth so dark; so long my sleep,
I have become another child.
I wake to see the world go wild.
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‘He was sweeping, you sons of bitches! He was sweeping!’

One of the best, most poignant movies I’ve seen in a long time.
"So as I say poetry is essentially the discovery, the love, the passion for the name of anything."
— Gertrude Stein, “Poetry and Grammar” (via semperaugustus)
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Egon Schiele, Dead City III, 1911
"Not till we are lost, in other words, not till we have lost the world, do we begin to find ourselves, and realize where we are and the infinite extent of our relations."
— Henry David Thoreau, Walden (Thank you, liquidnight)
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A dreamer of pictures, I run in the night
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