“Crawdad Hole” by Doc Watson.
It’s hard to pick just one song, but this is my favorite. RIP Doc.
sarah, plain and tall.
He said, "It's all in your head," and I said, "So's everything" - But he didn't get it.
Love Song
How should I keep my soul
from touching yours? How shall I
lift it up beyond you to other things?
Ah, I would gladly hide it
in darkness with something lost
in some silent foreign place
that doesn’t tremble when your deeps stir.
Yet whatever touches you and me
blends us together the way a bow’s stroke
draws one voice from two strings.
Across what instrument are we stretched taut?
And what player holds us in his hand?
O sweet song.
from touching yours? How shall I
lift it up beyond you to other things?
Ah, I would gladly hide it
in darkness with something lost
in some silent foreign place
that doesn’t tremble when your deeps stir.
Yet whatever touches you and me
blends us together the way a bow’s stroke
draws one voice from two strings.
Across what instrument are we stretched taut?
And what player holds us in his hand?
O sweet song.
Rainer Maria Rilke, in New Poems, trans. Edward Snow
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33Home is where one starts from. As we grow older
The world becomes stranger, the pattern more complicated
Of dead and living. Not the intense moment
Isolated, with no before and after,
But a lifetime burning in every moment
And not the lifetime of one man only
But of old stones that cannot be deciphered.
There is a time for the evening under starlight,
A time for the evening under lamplight
(The evening with the photograph album).
Love is most nearly itself
When here and now cease to matter.
T.S. Eliot, from “Easter Coker” from Four Quartets
(Source: awritersruminations, via word-digest)
the smiths - please, please, please, let me get what i want [audio only]
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There’s an empty space inside my heart
Where the weeds take root
So now I’ll set you free
I’ll set you free
Slowly we unfurl
As lotus flowers
‘Cause all I want is the moon upon a stick
Just to see what if
Just to see what is
I can’t kick your habit
Just to fill your fast ballooning head
Listen to your heart
“Lotus Flower” - Radiohead.
(Source: thisfoldedmind, via oldtimefriend)
It’s always like this.
I catch their scent and
old feelings come around.
Wordless:
still, we know one another,
or should.
All I want is to take my quilts,
spread them beside the porch rail,
and deep in the night,
at ease together,
speak of longing, of love.”
-Xue Tao, (transl. by Jeanne Larsen) excerpt from “Peonies
still, we know one another,
or should.
spread them beside the porch rail,
at ease together,
speak of longing, of love.”
(via ahuntersheart)
(Source: pleasebebrave, via ahuntersheart)
