by Franco Matticchio
By Frédéric Forest
I dwell in Possibility A fairer House than Prose More numerous of Windows Superior for Doors
Of Chambers as the Cedars Impregnable of eye And for an everlasting Roof The Gambrels of the Sky
Of Visitors the fairest For Occupation This The spreading wide my narrow Hands To gather Paradise –
Emily Dickinson
What matters is precisely this; the unspoken at the edge of the spoken. ~ Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry dated July 21, 1912.
~Girl with a Book. Pietro Antonio Rotari
Tell a wise person, or else keep silent, because the mass man will mock it right away. I praise what is truly alive, ~Goethe
Art: Michal lukasiewicz
Self Portrait It doesn't interest me if there is one God Or many gods. I want to know if you belong -- or feel abandoned; If you know despair Or can see it in others. I want to know If you are prepared to live in the world With its harsh need to change you; If you can look back with firm eyes Saying "this is where I stand." I want to know if you know how to melt Into that fierce heat of living Falling toward the center of your longing. I want to know if you are willing To live day by day With the consequence of love And the bitter unwanted passion Of your sure defeat. I have been told In that fierce embrace Even the gods Speak of God. ~ David Whyte ~
Poet David Whyte at Monk's Pub, Ballyvaughan
“Rebecca" “Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again.” Who could forget the opening line from "Rebecca"
Rebecca’s Stone Cottage on the Beach
"Let us go forth, the tellers of tales, and seize whatever prey the heart longs for, and have no fear. Everything exists, everything is true, and the earth is only a little dust under our feet. " ~Yeats
“She walked quickly through the darkness with the frank stride of someone who was at least certain that the forest, on this damp and windy night, contained strange and terrible things, and that she was it.” ― Terry Pratchett, Wyrd Sisters
Emily Bronte's Stone Chair, where she wrote some of the most incredible work. Haworth Moors.
I could not say I believe— I know. I have had the experience of being gripped by something that is stronger than myself, something that people call God. ~ Carl Gustav Jung
The Woman of the Mist
In the local folklore of Somerset in southwest England, The Woman of the Mist is said to appear sometimes as a Crone gathering sticks; sightings of her were reported as late as the 1950s.
A human being has so many skins inside, covering the depths of the heart. We know so many things, but we don't know ourselves! Why, thirty or forty skins or hides, as thick and hard as an ox's or bear's, cover the soul. Go into your own ground and learn to know yourself there. ~Meister Eckhart
Photo: Wisława Szymborska - Polish poet,recipient of the 1996 Nobel Prize.
1932 WB Yeats. - "God guard me from those thoughts men think In the mind alone; He that sings a lasting song Thinks in the marrow-bone." From 'A Prayer for Old Ages'.
The light came through the window, Straight from the sun above, And so inside my little room There plunged the rays of Love. In streams of light I clearly saw The dust you rarely see, Out of which the Nameless makes A Name for one like me. ~L Cohen