Callandera

Books and Beauty

Во љубовта и во поезијата сè е речено, а сепак сè треба допрва да се рече.

In love and in poetry everything is said and yet everything still needs to be said.

—Блаже Конески (via our-rights-our-wrongs)

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sleep-garden:

I am dissolving into wordless places:
places where you and they
are not,  will not,  cannot.
The heart becomes a numb instrument:
I used to know how to sing
but I was caged;
so instead I built my world
from silence. 

(Source: timberlines)

cavetocanvas:

Joseph Beuys, How to Explain Pictures to a Dead Hare, 1965
One of the artist’s most famous performances, Beuys covered his head first with honey, and then with fifty dollars worth of gold leaf. He cradles a dead hare in his arms, and strapped an iron plate to the bottom of his right shoe. Viewed from behind glass in the gallery, the audience could see Beuys walking from drawing to drawing, quietly whispering in the dead rabbit’s ear. As he walked around the room, the silence was pierced by intermittent sound of his footsteps; the loud crack of the iron on the floor, and the soundless whisper of the sole of shoe. (via)

cavetocanvas:

Joseph Beuys, How to Explain Pictures to a Dead Hare, 1965

One of the artist’s most famous performances, Beuys covered his head first with honey, and then with fifty dollars worth of gold leaf. He cradles a dead hare in his arms, and strapped an iron plate to the bottom of his right shoe. Viewed from behind glass in the gallery, the audience could see Beuys walking from drawing to drawing, quietly whispering in the dead rabbit’s ear. As he walked around the room, the silence was pierced by intermittent sound of his footsteps; the loud crack of the iron on the floor, and the soundless whisper of the sole of shoe. (via)

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An invisible red thread connects those who are destined to meet, regardless of time, place, or circumstances. The thread may stretch or tangle but will never break.

Chinese Proverb (via ruineshumaines)

(Source: ruineshumaines, via etheleato)

I sat there singing her
Songs in the dark.

She said,
I do not understand
The words.

I said,
There are
No words.

Langston Hughes, “Songs”

With thanks to yesyes

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