Like an open book

"[The stone is strong, Bran told himself, the roots of the trees go deep, and under the ground the Kings of Winter sit their thrones. So long as those remained, Winterfell remained. It was not dead, just broken. Like me, he thought.] I’m not dead either."

— George R. R. Martin, A Clash of Kings (via the-final-sentence)

"For it has come about, by the wise economy of nature, that our modern spirit can almost dispense with language; the commonest expressions do, since no expressions do; hence the most ordinary conversation is often the most poetic, and the most poetic is precisely that which cannot be written down."

— Virginia Woolf, Orlando (via bookmania)

Lost in the Curls

dearoldlove:

I got lost in your curls, and now I’m not sure how to get out in one piece.

"I confess I do not believe in time. I like to fold my magic carpet, after use, in such a way as to superimpose one part of the pattern upon another. Let visitors trip. And the highest enjoyment of timelessness-in a landscape selected at random-is when I stand among rare butterflies and their food plants. This is ecstasy, and behind the ecstasy is something else, which is hard to explain. It is like a momentary vacuum into which rushes all that I love. A sense of oneness with sun and stone. A thrill of gratitude to whom it may concern-to the contrapuntal genius of human fate or to tender ghosts humoring a lucky mortal."

— Vladimir Nabokov, Speak, Memory (via bookmania)

a blizzard of poetry.

thedustdancestoo:

just a little announcement:

if you wanted to get my book

now is the time to do it, you’ll get 35% off

your whole purchase—

(perhaps add: jayarrarr’s “Veritas”?)

—if you use the code BLIZZARDS

at checkout. (they may be good items

to have on your bookshelf for the year 2012

if perhaps you were to get snowed in,

or were hungry for words, or hiding

from zombies/aliens/sasquatch.)

the promo lasts until tomorrow, the 28th.

find my book here .

i hope you all had a very merry christmas,

and happy holidays,

with love,

the dust dances too.

(Source: thedustdancestoo)

Emily Dickinson, “XXIV”

sharingpoetry:

A narrow fellow in the grass
Occasionally rides;
You may have met him, — did you not,
His notice sudden is.

The grass divides as with a comb,
A spotted shaft is seen;
And then it closes at your feet
And opens further on.

He likes a boggy acre,
A floor too cool for corn.
Yet when a child, and barefoot,
I more than once, at morn,

Have passed, I thought, a whip-lash
Unbraiding in the sun, —
When, stooping to secure it,
It wrinkled, and was gone.

Several of nature’s people
I know, and they know me;
I feel for them a transport
Of cordiality;

But never met this fellow,
Attended or alone,
Without a tighter breathing,
And zero at the bone.

(submitted by prawler)

nickmiller:

My novel is going to be released by Fernando French Publishing sometime in early 2012. It will be published in good old-fashioned paper form and e-book format. Because I’m very eager for all of you, my longtime supporters, to read it, I’ve decided to start sharing some of it earlier than the release date. My novel is divided into three parts: Book 1, Book 2, and Book 3. On Monday, January 2nd, I will start releasing Book 1 to my Tumblr followers and will continue releasing sections of Book 1 in order (every Monday and Thursday) until the full novel is released by my publishers.

I’m so grateful for the encouragement and continued support you all have given me over the last year. I couldn’t have done any of this without you. Message me if you wish. Also: my Twitter.

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orientaltiger:

Matej Kren installed a “tower of books” in the Prague Municipal Library which uses mirrors to create an illusion that you’re looking into an endless vortex of books.