I ain't no abacus but you can count on me.

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itslikecrissmas:

Are you looking for the rock star?” the barman asks, as I walk into a Notting Hill pub seconds ahead of Jamie Treays, the Top 10 chart regular who least deserves the description. It was the 23-year-old’s first hit as Jamie T, “Sheila”, which announced that he belonged to a lineage of English…

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growing-orbits:

Between what I see and what I say …
for Roman Jakobsen

1
Between what I see and what I say,
between what I say and what I keep silent,
between what I keep silent and what I dream,
between what I dream and what I forget:
poetry.
It slips
between yes and no,
says
what I keep silent
what I say,
dreams
what I forget.
It is not speech:
it is an act
of speech.
Poetry
speaks and listens:
it is real.
As soon as I say
it is real,
it vanishes.
Is it then more real?

2
Tangible idea,
intangible
word:
poetry
comes and goes
between what is
and what is not.
It weaves
and unweaves reflections.
Poetry
scatters eyes on a page,
scatters words on our eyes.
Eyes speak,
words look,
looks think.
To hear
thoughts,
see
what we say,
touch 
the body of an idea.
Eyes close,
the words open.

— Octavio Paz, in A Tree Within, translated by E. Weinberger

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"The sign of intelligence is that you are constantly wondering. Idiots are always dead sure about every damn thing they are doing in their life."

Vasudev (via lovinloveout)

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pervolarsunataaa:

All that is gold does not glitter,Not all those who wander are lost;The old that is strong does not wither,Deep roots are not reached by the frost.From the ashes a fire shall be woken,A light from the shadows shall spring;Renewed shall be blade that was broken,The crownless again shall be king. 

- J.R.R. Tolkien 

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