And if the earthly should forget you,
say to the silent loam: I flow.
To the rushing water speak: I am.
(via otterwerx)
Source: the-final-sentence
In the morning I had a look so lost, a face so dead, that perhaps those whom I met did not see me.
(via a-bstracto)
Source: 13neighbors
The Language of the Beard […] vaunts the premise that the texture, contours, and growth patterns of a man’s beard indicate personality traits, aptitudes, and strengths and weaknesses of character. A spade beard, according to Underwood’s theories, may denote audacity and resolution, for example, while a forked, finely-downed beard signifies creativity and the gift of intuition, a bushy beard suggests generosity, and so on. Moreover, in keeping with the tenets of such sister systems as palmistry, numerology, and phrenology, Underwood posits the power of the ancient art of pogonomancy, or divination by beard reading, to foresee future events.” (via Poets Ranked by Beard Weights | Brain Pickings)
Beard Weights.
Source: brainpickings.org
Anonymous
Flattered. But why should a photo matter? Take some Yeats instead:
I went out alone
To sing a song or two,
My fancy on a man,
And you know who.
Another came in sight
That on a stick relied
To hold himself upright;
I sat and cried.
And that was all my song -
When everything is told,
Saw I an old man young
Or young man old?
Anonymous
I thought all Anonymous were gone, dropped followers. Welcome back. The poetry lovers miss you, as do I. Please enjoy some Tennyson:
Live thy Life,
Young and old,
Like yon oak,
Bright in spring,
Living gold;
Summer-rich
Then; and then
Autumn-changed
Soberer-hued
Gold again.
All his leaves
Fall’n at length,
Look, he stands,
Trunk and bough
Naked strength.
Seas have their source, and so have shallow springs;
And love is love, in beggars and in kings.
Source: songnsilence
I know the purity of pure despair,
My shadow pinned against a sweating wall.
That place among the rocks—is it a cave,
Or winding path? The edge is what I have.
Source: proustitute
Let everything happen to you
Beauty and terror
Just keep going
No feeling is final
Source: sotouchmeordont
I wrote of silences, nights, I expressed the inexpressible. I defined vertigos.
(via mirroir)
Source: papillondemai
Sometimes I look up rap lyrics (all you anons know I’m a poetry lover) and this site offered me an explanation for the lyric, “Where the bad bitches, huh? where you hiding?”
I couldn’t resist. I do love that lyric.
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![The Language of the Beard […] vaunts the premise that the texture, contours, and growth patterns of a man’s beard indicate personality traits, aptitudes, and strengths and weaknesses of character. A spade beard, according to Underwood’s theories, may denote audacity and resolution, for example, while a forked, finely-downed beard signifies creativity and the gift of intuition, a bushy beard suggests generosity, and so on. Moreover, in keeping with the tenets of such sister systems as palmistry, numerology, and phrenology, Underwood posits the power of the ancient art of pogonomancy, or divination by beard reading, to foresee future events.” (via Poets Ranked by Beard Weights | Brain Pickings)
Beard Weights.](http://25.media.tumblr.com/16d7d1610308f66f3727f345fb530136/tumblr_mk9xoiK5v51rqk17io1_500.jpg)
