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Practically speaking, a life that is vowed to simplicity, appropriate boldness, good humor, gratitude, unstinting work and play, and lots of walking brings us close to the actual existing world and its wholeness.
-Gary Snyder

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I am astonished, as I draw the veil off things with words, how much, how infinitely more than I can say, I have observed. More and more bubbles into my mind as I talk, images and images.

Virginia Woolf, The Waves (via wavingtovirginia)

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underwatergunfight:

After months of training underneath my instructor’s patient hand, I spent yesterday and last night interning as a wilderness survival instructor! I assisted him in coaching a group of seven adults how to properly build safe, effective shelters, how to have successful firelighting techniques in inclement weather conditions, and above all, how to maintain a strong and willing mindset in the face of nature’s adversity.

Today my hands are dirty, stained with birch sap and char, my entire being smells like a campfire, and I pretty much never want to shower again. I’m low on sleep, but so high on Life. Or forest magic. Probably a bit of both.

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Gillian Wearing - Self Portrait At 17 (2003)

she’s actually 40 in this photo but she’s wearing a $16,000 mask of her face at 17

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Gregory Corso, 9 Rue Git-le-Coeur (Beat Hotel), Paris, 1957. Silver gelatin

by Allen Ginsberg

Gregory Corso, his attic room 9 Rue Gît-le-Coeur, wooden angel hung from wall right, window looked on courtyard and across Seine halfblock away to spires of St. Chapelle on Ile St. Louis. Gregory’s Gasoline was ready at City Lights, in attic he prepared “Marriage,” “Power,” “Army,” “Police,” “Hair” and “Bomb” for Happy Birthday of Death book. Henri Michaux visited, liked Corso’s “mad children of soda-caps” phrasing. Burroughs came from Tangier to live one flight below, shaping Naked Lunch manuscript, Peter Orlovsky and I had window on street two flights downstairs, room with two-burner gas stove, we ate together often, rent $30 a month. I’d begun Kaddish litany, Peter his “Frist Poem.” - Source

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poortaste:

Terence McKenna - “Psylocibin and the Sands of Time”
Psychedelic Salon #318

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Some of the topics covered in this talk:

Repression of psychedelic drugs
Element of risk in taking psychedelics
The imagination
Interiorization of the body/exterization of the soul
Death
The importance of psychedelics
Bell’s Theorem

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Steve McCurry - Afghanistan from his Or Daily Bread series

[I fall in love too easily.]

MAN seems to be entering one of the major crises of his career. His whole future, nay the possibility of his having any future at all, depends on the turn which events may take in the next half-century. It is a commonplace that he is coming into possession of new and dangerous instruments for controlling his environment and his own nature. Perhaps it is less obvious that he is also groping toward a new view of his office in the scheme of
things, and toward a new and racial purpose. Unfortunately he may possibly take too long to learn what it is that he really wants to do with himself.
Before he can gain clear insight, he may lose himself in a vast desert of spiritual aridity, or even blunder into physical self-destruction. Nothing can save him but a new vision, and a consequent new order of sanity, or common sense.

From Last and First Men, by W. Olaf Stapledon (1930)

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alexphil323:

My favorite fairy tale,can anyone name it?

[“Suddenly the branches twined round her and turned into two arms.” The Old Woman in the Wood, from The Grimm’s Fairy Tales, illustration by Arthur Rackham.]

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Current Mood:восторженное

[Beautiful harpy.]

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haughtyspirit:

Just one…

Oh no, one is never enough… Good Morning!

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itgivesitthew:

Some Easter Sunday bouldering. Boulder Rock, Western Australia.

journalofanobody:

To my Christian friends and followers here, my warm wishes for a happy Easter!

(Image: detail from the Isenheim Altarpiece, Soldiers Guarding Christ’s Tomb at the Resurrection by Matthias Grünewald, begun in 1512)

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heaveninawildflower:

'The Rook'  by Carton Moore Park. Illustration from 'A Book of Birds' Published 1900 by Blackie and Son, Limited.

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Of these primal things the least obvious but the most important is The Road. It does not strike the sense as do those others I have mentioned; we are slow to feel its influence. We take it so much for granted that its original meaning escapes us. Men, indeed, whose pleasure it is perpetually to explore even their own country on foot, and to whom its every phase of climate is delightful, receive, somewhat tardily, the spirit of The Road. They feel a meaning in it; it grows to suggest the towns upon it, it explains its own vagaries, and it gives a unity to all that has arisen along its way. But for the mass The Road is silent; it is the humblest and the most subtle, but, as I have said, the greatest and the most original of the spells which we inherit from the earliest pioneers of our race. It was the most imperative and the first of our necessities. It is older than building and than wells; before we were quite men we knew it, for the animals still have it to-day; they seek their food and their drinking-places, and, as I believe, their assemblies, by known tracks which they have made.

'On the Road and the Fascination of Antiquity'

Hillaire Belloc

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