Photographer Unknown, (The Red-Haired Man)
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Tag: bed
Surrounded by White
Photographer Unknown, (Surrounded by White)
Fernando Pessoa: “A Language No One Uses”
Photographer Unknown, (Deep-Blue Pillow), Selfie
“To write is to forget. Literature is the most agreeable way of ignoring life. Music soothes, the visual arts exhilarates, the performing arts (such as acting and dance) entertain. Literature, however, retreats from life by turning in into slumber. The other arts make no such retreat— some because they use visible and hence vital formulas, others because they live from human life itself.
This isn’t the case with literature. Literature simulates life. A novel is a story of what never was, a play is a novel without narration. A poem is the expression of ideas or feelings a language no one uses, because no one talks in verse.”
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His Cat on the Bed
Photographer Unknown, (His Cat on the Bed)
Mark Rice: “I Lay In Bed That Night”
Photographer Unknown, (In Bed That Night)
“I lay in bed that night, a first-time drunkard at seven years of age, pondering the punishment I knew would arrive on callused palms. In the forest, as if sensing my plight, wolves howled nocturnal laments. The magnificent lunar lullabies of my lupine brethren wooed me into a deep and cleansing sleep.”
-Mark Rice, Metallic Dreams