See rightly

Posted in The Deep with tags , , , , , , , , on November 9, 2017 by Mj Rains

It is only with the heart

that one can see rightly;

what is essential

is invisible to the eye.

>Antoine de Saint-Exupery

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You Sweep the Floor

Posted in Rumi with tags , , , , , , , , on November 3, 2017 by Mj Rains

The lord of beauty enters the soul
as a man walks into an orchard
in Spring.
Come into me
that way again!
Light the lamp
in the eye of Joseph. Cure Jacob’s
sadness. Though you never left,
come and sit down here and ask,
“Why are you so confused?”

Like a fresh idea in an artist’s mind,
you fashion things before they come into being.

You sweep the floor like the man
who keeps the doorway.
When you brush
a form clean, it becomes
what it truly is.

~from, You Sweep the Floor, by Rumi

Image: Hugh Dancy

Les Fleurs du mal

Posted in Poetry at large with tags , , , , , , , , on October 30, 2017 by Mj Rains

les fleurs du mal

Posthumous Remorse

    Ah, when thou shalt slumber, my darkling love,
Beneath a black marble-made statuette,
And when thou’lt have nought for thy house or alcove,
But a cavernous den and a damp oubliette.

When the tomb-stone, oppressing thy timorous breast,
And thy hips drooping sweetly with listless decay,
The pulse and desires of mine heart shall arrest,
And thy feet from pursuing their adventurous way,

Then the grave, that dark friend of my limitless dreams
(For the grave ever readeth the poet aright),
Amid those long nights, which no slumber redeems”?

‘Twill query “What use to thee, incomplete spright
That thou ne’er hast unfathomed the tears of the dead?”
Then the worms will gnaw deep at thy body like Dread.

~The Flowers of Evil, Les Fleurs du mal, by Charles Baudelaire

(…If rape or arson, poison or the knife
Has wove no pleasing patterns in the stuff
Of this drab canvas we accept as life–
It is because we are not bold enough.
~Beaudelaire, To the Reader)

Image: Dark fleur by The Wit Continuum

 

Jon Snow will not be proud…

Posted in Television with tags , , , , , , , , on October 29, 2017 by Mj Rains

WARNING: SPOILERS IN THIS POST. Season 7 – 8 Game of Thrones

What can I say? I’m a little disappointed. Though I will wait with high anticipation for the final season of Game of Thrones, and though I enjoyed this past season, mostly, I am disappointed that the writers (George R.R. Martin included) went this way with our two main characters. Not only did they make Jon Snow, one of the best written self-less heroes ever written, a Targaryen, the also wrote a love scene for him in which he innocently fucks a close relative. The whole idea of bringing Daenerys and Jon together seems like giving in to the sixteen year old fan base who love Kit Harington (and want to see him naked) and Emilia Clarke and wanted to see them hook up. We are deeper than this, true fans of the story and show. Though their coupling will cause inevitable friction in season 8, and extra extra drama (which I for one do not need), it will in some ways make the decisions of our hero change in profound ways. Our hero is Jon, and don’t for second think it is Daenerys.

Which brings me to my second disappointment: The hero who does nothing for himself but only things to save those around him, who never asks for position, or property or a crown, yet gets it because he simply does “the right thing,” Jon Snow, is written as a Targaryen. He’s been a bastard born guy who never knew his true parentage. If you look into the history of all the families in the Game of Thrones books and series, the Targaryens are far from pleasurable to know. They were power hungry, ruthless people, who interbred with each other in incestuous relationships to keep their blood lines pure, who blew away with their fiery dragon’s breath towns, cities and anyone who stood in their way to achieve their ultimate power. It’s no wonder in the books and series they were destroyed long ago, for bad karma breeds a result, and they got theirs, yet here we are, fair fans of Game of Thrones, rooting for two of them, though it is true, Jon and Daenerys are not as fucked up as their ancestors.

And to add one more fucked up thing, that we are supposed to “love” :  So Jon will eventually find out that he’s a Stark through his mother, Lyanna Stark, Ned’s sister who died after giving birth to  him, and he will learn that his dad is Daenerys’s brother, Rhaegar Targaryen. We will be told that they were in love, how sweet, and that he was born of that love. Cut me a break. Rhaegar was no “sweetheart” and did what all his ancestors seemed to do, which is take whatever they want, whenever they want because they can. Jon’s “wonderful” dad was married and had two children at the time he met Jon’s mother (in Season 4, Prince Oberon tells the unhappy story of his sister, who was married to Rhaegar). Rhaegar ditches his wife and kids, gets an annulment, and secretly marries Lyanna. Are we supposed to admire that? Knowing Jon’s character, which we love, and I’m sure the writers won’t even mention this, Jon Snow will not be proud of his real father.

Nor will he be thrilled at the prospect that he is the rightful King of Westeros. Dany is going to have small fits of displeasure (and might be pregnant as well) and this little unnecessary soap opera will be our side-line, while the long night comes…and the dead with it. Somehow, it all disappoints me. Just a bit.

What do you, my fellow fans of Game of Thrones, think?

Image: Game of Thrones Season 7

Dead Books

Posted in Books, October with tags , , , , , , on October 28, 2017 by Mj Rains

So into the Halloween vibe I grab my books featuring the dead off my shelves…

And download the ebook Red Dragon by Thomas Harris to read over the weekend, along with catching a few more episodes of Hannibal on Amazon prime video.

This Wit is set.

What are you reading or watching with a scary vibe this Halloween season?

“No Bullshit Allowed”

Posted in Esoteric with tags , , , , , , , , on October 27, 2017 by Mj Rains

In the next two weeks, you may have to navigate your way through careless gossip, distorted “facts,” superficial theories, hidden agendas, fake news, and official disinformation.  To prevent problems in communication with people who matter, take advantage of the Halloween spirit in this way:

Obtain a bicycle helmet and cover it with aluminum foil. Decorate it with Ace of Clubs, a red rose, images of wrathful but benevolent superheroes, and a sign that says “No Bullshit Allowed.” By wearing this crown, you should remain protected. If that’s too weird for you, do the next best thing:  Vow to speak the whole truth and nothing but the truth, and ask to receive the whole truth and nothing but the truth.

~Gemini Horoscope for the week of October 26, 2017

Get yours at:  Free Will Astrology

Dreams, quantum physics, and Theresa Duncan…

Posted in Dream Journal, parallel lives, Theresa Duncan with tags , , , , , , , , , , on October 26, 2017 by Mj Rains

The other night I had a dream with Theresa Duncan in it. It was one of those dreams where I feel as if I am somewhere else, not merely in my head negotiating the roads of REM sleep, but in another place all-together, another time, a parallel life.

In the dream, we are sitting in the front row of a small darkly lit theater. Theresa sits next to me, on my right. Her hair is down, long and soft and golden blond. She looks beautiful, relaxed, and I share this feeling as well. She wears all black, her legs crossed, her foot in a black sleek heal peaks towards me. She turns to me, her trademark red lips smile, but she never says anything. I’m thinking, “Wait until the show starts, this will be fun.” I anticipate her wit and my own snark as well.

Further down the front row, a perfectly dressed little girl, maybe 4 or 5 years old, bobbed hair, black and white velvet dress, sits with her mother, who fusses over her constantly. She calls the little girl “the baby.” I’m not sure what this means, in the dream, or even post dream. The little girl ignores her mother and looks over at Theresa and me. Theresa is about to say something I feel, perhaps about the little girl, then I wake up.

Nothing really happens, yet I feel in that dream moment I had stepped into a parallel world, a parallel life, and in this life I know Theresa. This would make sense, explain why I’ve been drawn to her all these years, beyond a fan-based attraction. Could it be because I know her in a another universe? A parallel life? I ask you to suspend disbelief for just a moment and consider the quantum physics of our world.

In Space-Time and Beyond, by Bob Toben and Fred Alan Wolf, it is explained that each of us exists simultaneously in an indefinite number of universes. “Each universe has its own time sequence. Each universe may be a slight variation of the next one, or may be entirely different.”

“The ordinary ‘reality’ we perceive is not one universe. It is the harmony of phases of movements of an infinite number of universes. All things are possible but some are more probable.  There is an indefinite number of harmonies constructing an infinite number of possibilities,” and “we exist in all the universe layers simultaneously.”(I reference here the Everett thesis of parallel universes, the quantum wave that represents reality. Everett and his followers came up with the idea that life events happen and exist in a parallel universe and where the event actually occurs. You can be in both universes observing the event, or one similar. Your life may be one way here, an another, possibly different life there. But you exist in each world!)

Can we access our other world lives through dreams? Maybe, maybe not, but from consulting with some psychic healers, it is clear to me that the possibility is there, if one chooses to believe it. In my dream with Theresa nothing happens. I simply feel happiness knowing her. No one is with us that I know. It is just the two of us, out for an evening, friends, and happy. The lovely, peaceful feeling of the dream I feel when I think about her now. I woke and put pen to paper, to capture the relevance, the grandness. In this peek at this other life I do not even know what I do, what career I have or Theresa has, who we are at all. But the good feeling was there, the most important thing.

Theresa Duncan is not here in this world. Her memory lives on here in cyberspace, and in our hearts and our minds. Those that knew her, and those that had wished they had, our desires keep her alive. In other worlds she is happy, a little older, lovely as ever, sharp and witty, full of life. And I like to think I might be part of that.

Today would have been her 51st birthday. I wonder what day her birthday would be in a parallel life?
Are our birthdays the same as in this world?

May all birthdays be as joyful as my simple dream.

 

 

October and black cats…

Posted in October with tags , , on October 25, 2017 by Mj Rains

In art and dream…

Posted in Inspiration with tags , , , , , , on October 24, 2017 by Mj Rains

In art and dream may you proceed with abandon. In life may you proceed with balance and stealth.

– Patti Smith

Image: the wit continuum

Surrender

Posted in Poetry at large with tags , , , , , , on October 23, 2017 by Mj Rains

 

His eyes dark and voice

sweet. Surrender, he says,

and you fall.  There is no choice.

-Surrender, by Mj Rains

Image: Kit Harington

Beautiful thoughts…

Posted in Inspiration with tags , , , , , on October 22, 2017 by Mj Rains

Beautiful thoughts build a beautiful soul.

If we focus on what’s ugly, we attract more ugliness into our thoughts, and then into our emotions, and ultimately into our lives.

When Mother Teresa was asked, “What do you do every day in the streets of Calcutta at your mission?” she responded:

“Every day I see Jesus Christ in all of his distressing disguises.”

We have a choice in exactly what we see.

Source: The Power of Intention

Maybe I will…

Posted in Fashion with tags , , , , , , on October 20, 2017 by Mj Rains

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The Love of October

Posted in October with tags , , , , , , , , on October 20, 2017 by Mj Rains

A child looking at ruins grows younger
but cold
and wants to wake to a new name
I have been younger in October
than in all the months of spring
walnut and may leaves the color
of shoulders at the end of summer
a month that has been to the mountain
and become light there
the long grass lies pointing uphill
even in death for a reason
that none of us knows
and the wren laughs in the early shade now
come again shining glance in your good time
naked air late morning
my love is for lightness
of touch foot feather
the day is yet one more yellow leaf
and without turning I kiss the light
by and old well on the last of the month
gathering wild rose hips
in the sun.

– W. S. Merwin, The Love of October

 

October everywhere…

Posted in Esoteric, October with tags , , , , , , , , , on October 18, 2017 by Mj Rains

He is outside of everything, and alien everywhere. He is an aesthetic solitary.

His beautiful, light imagination is the wing that on the autumn evening just brushes

the dusky window.

~~ Henry James

…a look at love

Posted in Writers with tags , , , , , , , , , on August 14, 2017 by Mj Rains

A look at Marcel Proust’s Remembrance of Things Past, in which the narrator tries to remember everyone he has ever known and things he has done or not done. He takes a look at love, the waiting, the celebration of moments and small pleasures.

Diane Ackerman writes in A Natural History of Love: As an adult, the narrator falls in love with a certain Albertine, a dark-haired, unremarkable-looking girl of the lower middle class (“let us leave pretty women to men devoid of imagination”) whom he adores, and who ultimately decides to leave him. She is fickle and runs off to carouse with both male and female lovers. He tries to entice her back by offering to buy her a Rolls-Royce and a yacht. She agrees, only to be thrown by a horse and killed before she has a chance to return. In much of Remembrance, the narrator obsesses about Albertine with a fascination as disquieting and automatic as a hacking cough. She is the central planet in an unknown solar system. Every object she touches offers a glimpse of a bright new world. 

Change of heart…

Posted in "Wit"icisms", Photography with tags , , , , , , , , on September 10, 2016 by Mj Rains

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Photo: Mj Rains, The Wit Continuum

September 9

Posted in "Wit"icisms" with tags , , , , on September 9, 2016 by Mj Rains

s-seedsWake me up when September ends…

Don’t hide…

Posted in Photography, Rumi with tags , , , , , , , on September 9, 2016 by Mj Rains

Don’t hide the candle

of your clarity. Stand up and burn

through the night, my prince.

Without your light

a great lion is held captive by a rabbit!

-Rumi, One Who Wraps Himself

From a Childhood

Posted in Poetry at large with tags , , , , , , , , , , on July 14, 2016 by Mj Rains

piano keysThe darkening was like riches in the room
in which the boy sat, almost hidden from sight.
And when his mother entered, as in a dream,
a glass trembled in the quiet cupboard.
She felt how the room  betrayed her,
and she kissed the boy: “Oh, you’re here?…”
Then both looked fearfully at the piano,
because some evenings she’d play the child a song
in which he found himself strangely deeply caught.

He sat very still. His great gaze hung
on her hand, weighed down by its ring,
as if struggling through drifted snow
it went over the white keys.

~Rainer Maria Rilke

From The Essential Rilke

All is coming…

Posted in Yoga Terrain with tags , , , , on July 13, 2016 by Mj Rains

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That’s what I do…

Posted in Anne Sexton with tags , , , , , , , on July 11, 2016 by Mj Rains


That’s what I do:

I make coffee and occasionally succumb to suicidal nihilism. But you shouldn’t worry – poetry is still first.    Cigarettes and alcohol follow.

~ Anne Sexton

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Hair heaven…

Posted in Fashion with tags , , , , , , , , on May 24, 2016 by Mj Rains

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hair heavenRachel Weisz

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hair heaven 2Hair Heaven

Samaire Armstrong

Samaire Armstrong

It’s time to contemplate the hair again…

Which do you like best?

 

Random Finds Saturday

Posted in Photography with tags , , , , , , , , on May 21, 2016 by Mj Rains

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Game of Thrones…best episode…

Posted in Television with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on May 20, 2016 by Mj Rains

game ot jon and sansaSeason Six of Game of Thrones is giving us fans some love after the season five heartbreaks and all and all just everything bad happening that could possibly happen…I’ve added Season 6 Episode 4 to my list of great episodes. Besides Daenerys in this ep reminding us once again that she’s a real dragon, and queen of fire, our longing for Jon Snow for five long years looks like it’s finally coming to fruition. Starting here, when he finally sees one of his sisters after all the shit he’s been through (including dying, geez!)

game of thrones jon2And the guy can certainly rock the man bun, man!!

daenerys targaryen fire game of thronesDany full of her fire once again. Maybe she and Jon Snow will meet…next season??

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Vrksasana…Tree…

Posted in Yoga Terrain with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on April 3, 2016 by Mj Rains

tree pose 2Vrksasana…tree pose…my new favorite yoga pose…

Here’s why…

the spirit of yogaAbove all things, a tree is rooted to the ground; its  trunk, however tall or thin, short or broad, is utterly stable and secure. So it is with Tree pose.  It is the roots, the standing foot, that allow the trunk to stay stable and the branches to grow upward toward the sky.


Without roots, a tree would be carried off by the wind in its branches. And these solid foundations give trees longevity:  The oak and chestnut are capable of living for hundreds of years. A mature oak tree can weigh thirty tons, cover two-thousand square yards, and comprise twenty-miles’ worth of roots and branches.”

~~From The Spirit of Yoga by Kathy Phillips

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tree poseVrksasana, as its name implies, teaches you how to ground yourself.  Try to visualize your feet and toes lengthening along the ground like the roots of a tree…

tree roots

trees aboveTrees receive their nourishment
from both above and below,
from sunlight and from the water
in the earth.
~Judith Harris~

And so should we…

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Advice from a Tree:

Stand tall and proud
Sink your roots into the earth
Be content with your natural beauty
Go out on a limb
Drink plenty of water
Remember your roots
Enjoy the view!

~Ilan Shamir

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tree mythologyInspiring Celtic Mythology Link for trees

Black Dress #XXVIII

Posted in Girl in the Black Dress with tags , , , , on March 23, 2016 by Mj Rains

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Black Dress #XXVII

Posted in Girl in the Black Dress with tags , , , , , on March 18, 2016 by Mj Rains

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Even the false spring…

Posted in Writing with tags , , , , , , , , on March 17, 2016 by Mj Rains

false spring

When spring came, even the false spring, there were no problems except where to be happiest.
The only thing that could spoil a day was people and if you could keep from making engagements, each day had no limits. People were always the limiters of happiness except for the very few that were as good as spring itself.

~Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast

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A little green for the day…

Posted in Celestial Objects with tags , , , , , , on March 17, 2016 by Mj Rains

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Deep…and green…

Posted in Photography with tags , , , , , , , , on March 16, 2016 by Mj Rains

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Yes…cats are brilliant…

Posted in Cats in Art with tags , , , , , , on March 10, 2016 by Mj Rains

cats are brilliant

I AM COMPLETELY UNINTERESTED

Posted in Esoteric with tags , , , , on March 9, 2016 by Mj Rains

IN A LIFE WITHOUT MAGICK…🍏

Source: I AM COMPLETELY UNINTERESTED

Black Dress #XXVI

Posted in Girl in the Black Dress with tags , , , , , , , on March 8, 2016 by Mj Rains

black dressThinking spring with Black Dress no.26, vintage and chic…

Where there’s smoke…

Posted in Photography with tags , , , , , , , , , , on March 7, 2016 by Mj Rains

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picasso smoke

smoke…there’s fire…

Mood Board Smoke

Digging through the archives…

Posted in Photography with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on March 3, 2016 by Mj Rains

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Sparks that cause fire…

Posted in A Wit's end Journal with tags , , , , , , on March 2, 2016 by Mj Rains


Up at 1:28 am this morning until whenever reading and jotting notes… Sleeplessness is not a gift, it’s a burden, unless you take the time and use it well…

Eight Essential tips on writing a short story…via Kurt Vonnegut…

Posted in Writing with tags , , , , , , , , , on February 16, 2016 by Mj Rains

vintage typewriterKurt Vonnegut was certainly never dull…especially when giving advice to other writers. Here are his eight essential tips for a short story that I keep in mind every time my fingers stroke the keys, or my pen hits the clean white page…

  1. Use the time of a total stranger in such a way that he or she will not feel the time was wasted.
  2. Give the reader at least one character he or she can root for.
  3. Every character should want something, even if it is only a glass of water.
  4. Every sentence must do one of two things – reveal character or advance the action.
  5. Start as close to the end as possible.
  6. Be a sadist. No matter who sweet and innocent your leading characters, make awful things happen to them – in order that the reader may see what they are made of.
  7. Write to please just one person. If you open a window and make love to the world, so to speak, your story will get pneumonia.
  8. Give your readers as much information as possible as soon as possible. To heck with suspense. Readers should have such complete understanding of what is going on, where and why, that they could finish the story themselves, should cockroaches eat the last few pages.

For more great articles by Kurt visit Open Culture page. I’m heading for “How to Write with Style” next!

A fresh start…

Posted in A Wit's end Journal with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on February 15, 2016 by Mj Rains

walking in snowy forestThe day is gray, but the sky is white… I sit and watch the silky wisps of snow fall this early Monday afternoon…I experience it as a blessing, the sense of renewal the white will bring as it caresses the earth, creating a sense of a new beginning.

It is silent, comfortable, for a this moment, for a welcome change, I need not go anywhere…I can watch, type, get my work done right here, in front of my window, and let the February snow fall…

“It is never too late for a fresh start.” I read this in a little book I picked up yesterday, a book that was meant to find my hand at that moment, a blessed synchronicity on my own writing and spiritual journey that I started this year on January first. It says to be thankful for New Years, Birthdays, and Mondays, for each is the start of something new, each is potential to experience a clean slate in your life, to start a new path and to give you opportunity to search…or to be found.

Pause…
stop everything…for just a moment…and consider the invitation.

Do you feel a need for a new beginning?
Know that in any small aspect of your life, a fresh, new beginning is always possible…

Peace…

The work of Sonia Szostak…

Posted in Photography with tags , , , , , , , on February 10, 2016 by Mj Rains

p7One of my favorite young photographers is Sonia Szostak. Found her ages ago on Deviant Art. Her works are provocative, at times unsettling, and fashionably brilliant. Click link for beautiful slide show on her website. Below are a few more images I love.

o3pp1n3Let me know what you think…

Life with the lid on…

Posted in Esoteric with tags , , , , , , , , , , on February 9, 2016 by Mj Rains

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Gemini novelist Elizabeth Bowen (1899-1973) was fascinated in “life with the lid on and what happens when the lid comes off.” She knew both states from her own experience. “When you love someone,” she mused about the times the lid had come off, “all your saved-up wishes start coming out.” In accordance with the astrological omens, I propose that you engage in the following three-part exercise. First, identify a part of your life that has the lid tightly clamped over it. Second, visualize the suppressed feelings and saved-up wishes that might pour forth if you took the lid off. Third, do what it takes to love someone so well that you’ll knock the lid off.

~Via Free Will Astrology

You are Love!!

Check out your inspiration for the upcoming week here...

Image: Francesca Woodman=Haunted Genius

The seeds of stories…

Posted in Thinking About Words, Writing with tags , , , , , , , , , on February 8, 2016 by Mj Rains


The seeds of our stories are planted within ourselves. We might jot down ideas in a journal or pour our hearts out on the page of a first draft in a highly personal and uncensored manner. We formulate our innermost thoughts and then record our experiences, or sketch fictional characters and plots. We reach down deep within ourselves and see what germinates. This is healing. – Tracy Strauss, Harnessing Creativity

Kissing the muse…

Image of Kit Harington and Emilia Clarke, Rolling Stone Mag 2012

Great spirits now on earth are sojourning…

Posted in Poetry at large with tags , , , , , , , , , , on February 4, 2016 by Mj Rains

Keats3An excerpt from AUTOBIOGRAPHY by Benjamin Robert Hayden

KEATS

About this time (October 1816) I met John Keats at Leigh Hunt’s, and was amazingly interested by him prematurity of intellectual and poetical power.

I read one or two of his sonnets and formed a very high idea of his genius. After a short time I liked him so much that a general invitation on my part followed, and we became extremely intimate. He visited my painting-room at all times, and at all times was welcome.

He was below the middle size, with a low forehead and an eye that had an inward look, perfectly divine, like a Delphian priestess who saw visions. The greatest calamity for Keats was his being brought before the world by a set who had so much the habit of puffing each other that every one connected with it suffered in public estimation. Hence every one was inclined to disbelieve his genius. …

One evening (November 19, 1816) after a most eager interchange of thoughts I received from Keats his sonnet, beginning “Great spirits now on earth are sojourning.” I thanked him, and he wrote, “Your letter has filled me with a proud pleasure, and shall be kept by me as a stimulus to exertion. I begin to fix my eye on one horizon. The idea of your sending it to Wordsworth puts me out of breath. You know with what reverence I would send my well wishes to him.”

As I was walking one day with him in the Kilburn meadows, he said: “Haydon, what a pity it is there is not a human dusthole.”

Bright-Star-movies-9133146-1600-1000KeatsTLS: When did Keats become a great writer? Ask Gigante

Hear sexy Tom Hiddleston read Bright Star here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6vlIXu9C3Hw

Walking outdoors while reading…

Posted in Books with tags , , , , , , , , , on January 21, 2016 by Mj Rains

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What Do Jane Austen’s Novels tell us about love and life today?
NY Times bookends

elizabethWalking outdoors while reading…

(Keira Knightley in Pride and Prejudice)

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The Empty Wine Bottle…

Posted in Theresa Duncan with tags , , , , , , , , on January 19, 2016 by Mj Rains

empty_bottles_in_woods_lunar_xmas_1The Empty Wine Bottle and the Bourgeois Poet

Cool article on a writer’s life via The Wit of the Staircase, Theresa Duncan.

Blogging and Chris Cornell…

Posted in Music with tags , , , , , on January 15, 2016 by Mj Rains

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Chris Cornell

chris cornell 3New favorite song for the new year…nearly forgot my broken heart…

A few thoughts…

Posted in "Wit"icisms" with tags , , , , , , , , , , on January 6, 2016 by Mj Rains

bookStill reading…still writing…actually re-writing a novel second time…

my styleWinter is here…almost…

tumblr_nzzwn2eUdA1uiaznio1_250Love Natalie…

black-white-apartment-ideas-wood-2A delightful space

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Somewhere…with a dog…

Posted in Fashion with tags , , , , , , on January 6, 2016 by Mj Rains

elite.styleNadja Bender by Cedric Buchet

An Annual of the Dark Physics

Posted in Poetry at large with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on January 5, 2016 by Mj Rains


The Baltic Sea froze in 1307. Birds flew north
From the Mediterranean in early January.
There were meteor storms throughout Europe.

On the first day of Lent
Two children took their own lives:
Their bodies
Were sewn into goats’ skins

And were dragged by the hangman’s horse
The three miles down to the sea.
They were given a simple grave in the sand.

The following Sunday, Meister Eckhart
Shouted that a secret word
Had been spoken to him. He preached

That Mary Magdalene
Sought a dead man in the tomb
But, in her confusion, found
Only two angels laughing…

This was a consequence of her purity

And her all to human grief.
The Baltic Sea
Also froze in 1303–

nothing happened that was worthy of poetry.

~Norman Dubie
 

A new year…

Posted in "Wit"icisms" with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , on December 31, 2015 by Mj Rains

christmasEvery year around Christmas time I get this surge of inspiration with a new year coming… It is celestially late this time however and is falling completely on today, New Year’s Eve.

We don’t have big party plans (haven’t done that in ages) but we always do a movie (tonight it will be the new Star Wars flick, I may cry I’m such a nerd) and escape for a bit, eat something good, and drink of course! Tonight is no different. Felt my surge of inspiring thought during a tough, yet groovy yoga class this morning (fell apart emotionally during it, which I believe was a good thing) which enlightened my spirit and has left me…hopeful.

May the new year bring you more joy, creativity and inspiration than you thought possible.
My wish for all my dear Wit followers…

A few Wit-ful inspirations for today…

what im wearingWhat I’m wearing…wishes…

_quebec-city-quebec-cr-gettyIf there would be snow…I’d want it to look like this…

winter

paris Ice skating Le Grand-PalaisIce skating in Paris…

paris macronspretty things…

my white world

mala…see the beauty in every crack in the veneer of happiness…love every imperfection in humanity…hold the world’s aching sadness in the center of yourself. ~ Kino MacGregor, The Power of Ashtanga Yoga

yoga works“Luminous beings we are, not this crude matter.” – Yoda

6 Reasons Why Yogis are Jedi Knights

Parisian-Apartment-soft-white-bedroom-with-black-accents-and-potted-tree2A place to love and dream…

new year's cheers

Happy New Year!

 

Nothing so lovely as a tree…

Posted in Theresa Duncan with tags , , , , , , , on December 29, 2015 by Mj Rains

nothing_so_lovely_as_a_tree_2

“…humans and woods are ancient partners of linked origins,

and could be so again…”

More here

via The Wit of the Staircase

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