I would give even my soul for it…

Naoto HattoriIf only it was the picture who was to grow old, and I remain young. There’s nothing in the world I wouldn’t give for that. Yes, I would give even my soul for it.

~The Picture of Dorian Gray~


Naoto Hattori


To be unafraid again…

zena hollowayI want to dig out what is ancient in me, the mistaken-for-monster, its ophidian prowl, its raven-cursed rudiment – Let it teach me how to be unafraid again.

~ Scherezade Siobhan

Image: fashionography by Zeno Holloway


My Favorite month of the year…

Time to embrace your darker side… Due to September’s timely demise I have now awoken and feel inspired during this October, my favorite month of the year. Join me for pre-Samhain bits on the creepier wit and beauty side, full of Art, poetry, words and images to make the tummy twinge and the nickers moist, in more ways than one, along with the eternal desires October brings every year. May this be a magical, mysterious month for all the Wit children….

Art = Guardian by Pat Kochakji


A high moment listening…

Yma+Sumac+PNGA high moment listening to Ima Sumac. The voice has all the richness, beauty, and range of a mythical woman. It does not seem humanly credible. She sings like a siren, a bird, an angel, some seductive chant never heard before, high and low, fragile and strong. With all that, she has the exotic beauty of a legendary figure. I could imagine her in Peru, but not accept that she is married to a composer and now sings his Hollywood-type arrangements in a night club.

~  Anais Nin, Fall 1952, The Diary of Anais Nin Volume 5


The end of the smiles…

jon-and-ygritteFor when the hero stormed on through the bowers of love,

each heartbeat meant for him lifted him past itself;

already turned away, he stood at the end of the smiles,


-Rilke, The Sixth Elegy
Image: Jon Snow and Ygitte, Game of Thrones


The essence of…

What I love about Gustav Klimt’s Art is this essence of…something sad, or forgotten, what is not there at all…even in a kiss there is a hold, a longing, a seeking to keep what longs to be gone… and golden tears…



seeing how the app for WordPress is working…

Unfortunately this is the third try uploading a picture from my iPad …

And it shut off again… Anyone with advice on why this fucking thing isn’t working will be appreciated. I reloaded app which has helped. At least WordPress opens and I can view notifications etc.


Ps: need the stick it to the front page option on app!


Style is the answer to everything…

bukowskiStyle is the answer to everything.
A fresh way to approach a dull or dangerous thing.
To do a dull thing with style is preferable to doing a dangerous thing without style.
To do a dangerous thing with style is what I call art.

Bullfighting can be an art.
Boxing can be an art.
Loving can be an art.
Opening a can of sardines can be an art.

Not many have style.
Not many can keep style.
I have seen dogs with more style than men,
although not many dogs have style.
Cats have it with abundance.

When Hemingway put his brain to the wall with a shotgun, that was style.
Or sometimes people give you style.
Joan of Arc had style.
John the Baptist.
Garcia Lorca.

I have met men in jail with style.
I have met more men in jail with style than men out of jail.
Style is the difference, a way of dong, a way of being done.
Six herons standing quietly in the pool of water,
or you, naked, walking out of the bathroom without seeing me.

~Charles Bukowski, Tale of Ordinary Madness




The malapropisms of Yogi Berra…

Baseball fan I don’t claim to be…I won’t even try, though I’ve enjoyed a game or two in my time…

In need of a laugh (and while perusing Alphabet Juice by Roy Blount Jr.) I open to the word “malapropism” which isn’t really defined but can be rendered as a “wit-icism” quite naturally…or not…  It is essentially an incorrect word used in place of a word, resulting in an utterance that makes no sense (yet does) in a humorous way. Thanks Wikipedia…

Yogi Berra, of baseball fame, is listed in Blount’s book as a classic candidate for having perfected the art of creating malapropisms…

“If you come to a fork in the road, take it.”




The next time…

the wit continuum

The next time you talk with somebody, try to listen with every part of your body, not just your intellect.  Let you breath be slow and full as you take in whatever that person has to say, however she needs to say it. Try not to compete, to prove wrong, to dominate, or to redirect.  Savor the person’s unique pitch and rhythm.  Listen for what’s being revealed and for what’s being veiled.

~  Jeff Davis, The Journey from the Center of the Page


Sweet Jane


Love Jane and Serge…

Originally posted on Just Under the Surface:


“My mother was right: When you’ve got nothing left, all you can do is get into silk underwear and start reading Proust.” ~Jane Birkin


Lovely, spirited, bohemian Jane Birkin (with Serge Gainsbourg)

FRANCE - CIRCA 1960: Portrait of Jane Birkin, taken in the Sixties. (Photo by REPORTERS ASSOCIES/Gamma-Keystone via Getty Images) FRANCE – CIRCA 1960: Portrait of Jane Birkin, taken in the Sixties. (Photo by REPORTERS ASSOCIES/Gamma-Keystone via Getty Images)

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No other time…

loveThere is time for work,

and time for love.

That leaves no other time.

~ Coco Chanel

image: iamtrueblue.tumblr.com


It takes a while…


A whole week. Barely. 

My feet take me around

but I forget why. 

Mouth’s been to the dentist.

Hands don’t read my head. 

Ears ring the telephone. 

Moon’s knocked to one side

and I choke in fluids. 
Eventually, they tell me,

The yelling quiets down

inside, but it takes

a while. It takes a while. 
Words – Vi Gale

Image – thenletitbe.tumblr.com



The hours…


The hours he spent looking at her were like balm….

– Tatjana Soli, The Lotus Eaters


Another fine season ends

I am so ready for the finale episode of Season 5 of Game of Thrones tonight….

Questions that currently remain: Will Daenerys ever get off that dragon? What’s Jon Snow going to fucking do with all those Wildling people ( like, feed them how? Where will they sleep tonight? Etc. ) Will that wicked queen remain in her perfect accommodations? And will someone, someone!, just finally kill that red haired priestess witch before she kills another innocent person to serve her lord of light? (Perfect example of why religious fanatics shouldn’t run countries, wars, or anything for that matter…)

 One thing is perfectly clear to me…
All those Wildling people seem to think Jon Snow is quite pretty ( and seem to have a subtle fascination with his cock…)

I think I do too…

Winter is Coming…


Every morning a new arrival…

This being human is a guest house.

Every morning a new arrival.

A joy, a depression, a meanness,

some momentary awareness comes

as an unexpected visitor.

– The Guest House, Rumi

Thank you to all new followers. I love you all. 991 as of this moment. So grateful to all. Thank you.

The Wit Continuum

Painting by Rothko


Some song, or something, through me…

Birdsong brings relief

to my longing.

I am just as ecstatic as they are,

but with nothing to say!

Please, universal soul, practice

some song, or something, through me!



Theme Thursday…the women of Game of Thrones…


Natalie Dormer, Lena Headey, Carice van Houten, Emilia Clarke, Sophie Turner, Maisey Williams, Gwendoline Christie


I’ll meet you there…

Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing,

There is a field. I’ll meet you there.

When the soul lies down in that grass,

The world is too full to talk about.

Ideas, language, even the phrase each other 

Doesn’t make sense.


Daylight, full of small dancing particles

And the one great turning, our souls

Are dancing with you, without feet, they dance.

Can you see them when I whisper in your ear?

~~from A Great Wagon by Rumi


Une femme s’invite dans mon esprit…


When we remember we are all mad, the mysteries disappear and life stands explained. – Mark Twain

Une femme s’invite dans mon esprit…

A woman calls in my mind…



Theme Thursday…pictorals…

My genial spirits fail;

And what can these avail

To lift the smothering weight from off my breast?

It were a vain endeavour,

Though I should gaze for ever

On that green light that lingers in the west:

I may not hope from outward forms to win

The passion and the life, whose fountains are within. 

From Dejection: An Ode by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Images: Flaunt Magazine, David Bellemere; Flair Magazine, Ryan McGinley; AnOther Magazine; Material Girl Magazine, Courtney Vogler 


Theme Thursday…tulle…









Images featuring: Simon Watson, David Seider, Keira Knightley, Debs Hall, the lane.com, Sarah Jessica Parker, Mary Kate Olsen


Raison d’être


Raison d’être, a French phrase, from d’être which literally translates into your reason for existence. It is your soul’s essence, an intangible force, which dictates your being. It is the reason we commit ourselves to survival and endure life…

Image, Mario Testino, US Vogue


These violent delights…


These violent delights have violent ends
And in their triumph die like fire and powder
Which, as they kiss,

~ Shakespeare
Image- Diana Vishneva, Romeo and Juliet


The Black Art


A woman who writes feels too much,
those trances and portals!
As if cycles and children and islands
weren’t enough; as if mourners and gossips
and vegetables were never enough.
She thinks she can warn the stars.
A writer is essentially a spy.
Dear love, I am that girl.

A man who writes knows too much,
such spells and fetiches!
As if erections and congresses and products
weren’t enough; as if machines and galleons
and wars were never enough.
With used furniture he makes a tree.
A write is essentially a crook.
Dear love, you are that man.

Never loving ourselves,
hating even our shoes and our hats,
we love each other, precious, em>precious.
Our hands are light blue and gentle.
Our eyes are full of terrible confessions.
But when we marry,
the children leave in disgust.
There is too much food and no one left over
to eat up all the weird abundance.

Anne Sexton


Naty, Ana-Maria and Helio…


Twin models Naty and Ana-Maria Abscal and Helio Guerreiro, 1965
Photography by Richard Avedon
For Harper’s Bazaar 1965


Celestial Object…Kit Harington…

kit harington british GQ

Christopher Catesby Harington
born December 26, 1986
London, England

Works include: Series Game of Thrones, Movies Pompeii, How to Train Your Dragon 2, Testament of Youth

Wit’s favorite quote (sort of about the fear of heights): “Just being on cliffs. Even if I’m on the inside of the mountain I still feel like, ‘What if I  just wheel the car off the thing?’ It’s the fear of jumping, isn’t it? It’s not the fear of the height, it’s the fear of jumping. It’s the same next to train tracks and things. 

It’s like when you’re on stage in the middle of a play, and it’s a children’s play, and sometimes your head just goes, ‘I could say FUCK right now really loudly.’ It’s the same thing. I find it very interesting. It’s your brain playing little tricks with you.”

I know just what he means…

Image: British GQ Magazine, January 2014
by Peggy Sirota


Clarice Lispector…writer of beauty…


Clarice Lispector, 1922-1977, was a Brazilian writer, described as the most important Jewish writer since Franz Kafka. She wrote novels and short stories and was also a part-time beauty columnist with a penchant for Chanel suits. Originally born in what is now the Ukraine, her family fled the Russian civil war and emigrated to Brazil. She studied law and eventually married a Brazilian diplomat.

Her novels include Near to the Wild Heart and The Passion According to G.H.


The curve of joy…


The unendurable is the beginning of the curve of joy.
Our bones ache only while the flesh is on them.

– Djuna Barnes, Nightwood
Image: Djuna Barnes


I talk too much…


I talk too much because I have been made so miserable by what you are keeping hushed. – from Nightwood by Djuna Barnes


Happy Thanksgiving…



Thanksgiving dinners take eighteen hours to prepare. They are consumed in twelve minutes. Half-times take twelve minutes. This is not coincidence. – Erma Bombeck


(This last one in honor of The Walking Dead mid-season finale this weekend)


Snow was falling…


Snow was falling
so much like stars
that one could easily imagine
its reason for being was nothing more
than prettiness.

– Mary Oliver

Image: The Wit Continuum


Dance, when…


Dance, when you’re broken open.
Dance, if you’ve torn the bandage off.
Dance in the middle of the fighting.
Dance in your blood.

Dance, when you’re perfectly free.

– Rumi


I am both…


I am both happy and sad and I’m still trying to figure out how could that be. ~ The Perks of Being a Wallflower



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