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Présentation

La clef sans bruit et des mots silencieux

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With gratitude to http://laclefsansbruit.wordpress.com

and

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Listen


hintersatz:

Martha Argerich & Mstislav Rostropovich playing Chopin’s Sonata Op. 65 No 4.

Sep 6, 201251 notes
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Sep 5, 201258 notes
#My Photos #The National Ethnographic Park “Romulus Vuia” #yama-bato #bee hives
“

” I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree.
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made;
Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee,
And live alone in the bee loud glade.


But I, being poor, have only my dreams.
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly, because you tread on my dreams.”

”
—

The Lake Isle of Innisfree

W.B. Yates (1865-1939)

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“This then, I thought, as I looked round about me, is the representation of history. It requires a falsification of perspective. We, the survivors, see everything from above, see everything at once, and still we do not know how it was.” —W. G. Sebald (via mianoti)
Sep 5, 2012114 notes
#W. G. Sebald #quote
“These are the days after. Everything now is measured by after.” —Don DeLillo, Falling Man (via mianoti)
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Verbena Tea Teebs

uncertaintimes:

Teebs - Verbena Tea

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“This is it and this is not the end
of the road

for even despair is a kind of goad
to wisdom”
—Pam Rehm, from “Acts of Vexation” (via proustitute)
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A Father To His Son

A father sees his son nearing manhood.
What shall he tell that son?
‘Life is hard; be steel; be a rock.’
And this might stand him for the storms
and serve him for humdrum monotony
and guide him among sudden betrayals
and tighten him for slack moments.
‘Life is a soft loam; be gentle; go easy.’
And this too might serve him.
Brutes have been gentled where lashes failed.
The growth of a frail flower in a path up
has sometimes shattered and split a rock.
A tough will counts. So does desire.
So does a rich soft wanting.
Without rich wanting nothing arrives.
Tell him too much money has killed men
and left them dead years before burial:
the quest of lucre beyond a few easy needs
has twisted good enough men
sometimes into dry thwarted worms.
Tell him time as a stuff can be wasted.
Tell him to be a fool every so often
and to have no shame over having been a fool
yet learning something out of every folly
hoping to repeat none of the cheap follies
thus arriving at intimate understanding
of a world numbering many fools.
Tell him to be alone often and get at himself
and above all tell himself no lies about himself
whatever the white lies and protective fronts
he may use against other people.
Tell him solitude is creative if he is strong
and the final decisions are made in silent rooms.
Tell him to be different from other people
if it comes natural and easy being different.
Let him have lazy days seeking his deeper motives.
Let him seek deep for where he is born natural.
Then he may understand Shakespeare
and the Wright brothers, Pasteur, Pavlov,
Michael Faraday and free imaginations
Bringing changes into a world resenting change.
He will be lonely enough
to have time for the work
he knows as his own.

by Carl Sandburg

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Horn Concerto No. 3 E flat major KV 447 2. Romance, Larghetto

pixandum:

-Mozart - Horn Concertos, Horn Concerto No. 3 E flat major KV 447-

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#Eve Arnold
In the Garden Van Morrison

crashinglybeautiful:

Van Morrison | “In the Garden”

“Listen. No guru, no method, no teacher.”

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