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The end of the smiles…

Posted in Esoteric, The Deep with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on September 25, 2015 by Mj Rains

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,

–different.

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

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Style is the answer to everything…

Posted in Poetry at large with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on September 7, 2015 by Mj Rains

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.
Jesus.
Socrates.
Caesar.
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

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The hours…

Posted in Photography with tags , , , , , , on June 19, 2015 by Mj Rains

  

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

– Tatjana Soli, The Lotus Eaters

No better love…

Posted in Rumi with tags , , , , , , on March 30, 2015 by Mj Rains

 

No better love than love with no object,

no more satisfying work than work with no purpose. 

If you could give up tricks and cleverness,

that would be the cleverest trick! 

Theme Thursday…pictorals…

Posted in Fashion, Poetry at large with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , on March 5, 2015 by Mj Rains



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 

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