charles demuth wild orchids 1920
“my soul is impatient with itself, as with a bothersome child; its restlessness keeps growing and is forever the same. everything interests me, but nothing holds me.
i attend to everything, dreaming all the while.”
fernando pessoa, the book of disquiet
wayne shorter's wild flower . . .
“my soul is impatient with itself, as with a bothersome child; its restlessness keeps growing and is forever the same. everything interests me, but nothing holds me.
i attend to everything, dreaming all the while.”
fernando pessoa, the book of disquiet
wayne shorter's wild flower . . .
2 comments:
i come to see where and how you are and see reflections of the you i've known extended out in calm like the many photographs you post of water and horizons:)
and this fernando pessoa, this is only the second time i've encountered him in reference but what an interesting character!
this morning i sit on the couch reading (catching up) and the rain comes straight down and bounces off the pavement. good morning, steven)))
xo
erin
for so very long i cultivated an aura of excitability and disquiet about myself in the hopes that it would mask the very large spaces inside me that simply mirror the very large spaces outside of me (which are one and the same anyway). i tore off the masks one by one, some came in pieces, some whole and all were left by the wayside. i am astonished by this place.
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