Lari Washburn

youdhi:

Altered Text # 57
Its Nobody’s Fault
Ink on Rice Paper on Reclaimed Text

youdhi:

Altered Text # 57

Its Nobody’s Fault

Ink on Rice Paper on Reclaimed Text

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It doesn’t have to be
the blue iris, it could be
weeds in a vacant lot, or a few
small stones; just
pay attention, then patch

a few words together and don’t try
to make them elaborate, this isn’t
a contest but the doorway

into thanks, and a silence in which
another voice may speak.

Thirst, by Mary Oliver. (via geopsych)

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The brain appears to possess a special area which we might call poetic memory and which records everything that charms or touches us, that makes our lives beautiful.


-Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being

— -Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being (via artpropelled)

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