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“Rivers flow not past, but through us; tingling, vibrating, exciting every cell and fiber in our bodies, making them sing and glide.“ - John Muir Ph: mpb

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Footfalls echo in the memory Down the passage which we did not take Towards the door we never opened ~T.S. Eliot, Four Quartets

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Oft hope is born when all is forlorn. Tolkien

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#Rothenburg #ob #der #Tauber #Bavaria #Germany

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„Die vage Vermutung, dass Leben Illusion ist — das, und nicht mehr, macht einen grossen Menschen aus.“ Fernando Pessoa Das Buch der Unruhe (150)

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Anoushka Shankar Stolen Moments live performance KEXP studio, 2023 Seattle, WA youtu.be/dBbs4EUjWPs?si=BPGCLFYYn0tYeOgG

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Melankolia #nature #photography #Finland 21.02.25 #Naantali

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She squeezed my hand a final time, pushed it away. . . . I went away bereft and unforgiven, and suffocating for want of any way to cry out the love I had not found words for while she searched my face. (204) Peter Matthiessen / Bone By Bone

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#BlueSkyArtShow #Abandoned … by the sea 🌊🏚️ #EastCoastKin #photography

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„Nur wenn man absurd lebte, könnte man diese endlose Absurdität einmal durchbrechen“ Julio Cortázar Rayuela (23)

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Julio Cortázar by Antonio Gálvez

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Along my way blue sky through tree branches

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Paris is full of people who go along the street talking to themselves, Oliveira himself was no exception, …he was playing the fool as he walked beside the old woman, seeing this tarnished puppet home, 1/ Cortazar / Hopscotch (23)

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one most perilous and long voyage ended, only begins a second; and a second ended, only begins a third, and so on, for ever and for aye

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"Truly, I live in dark times! An artless word is foolish. A smooth forehead Points to insensitivity. He who laughs Has not yet received The terrible news. What times are these, in which A conversation about trees is almost a crime..." Bertolt Brecht. ph. Todd Webb , New Jersey, 1946.

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Odilon Redon, Melancholy

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Sunset tonight over Telegraph Hill, San Francisco, California. #sunset #nature #landscape

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“Everything would be a kind of disquiet, a continuous uprooting, . . .” (from Morelli’s planned book) Cortazar / Hopscotch (62)

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Along my way lemon tree fully loaded

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Benedick Do not you love me? Beatrice Why, no; no more than reason. #MuchAdo_2025 Act V, s4 (l.74)

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#MuchAdo_2025 Day 21, 2/21- Act V s.4 "Did I not tell you that she was innocent?" Last day- thanks so much for reading together!! See y'all at #MerryWives_2025 on Feb. 24th!

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BENEDICK Bull Jove, sir, had an amiable low, And some such strange bull leaped your father's cow, And got a calf in that same noble feat #MuchAdo_2025 V,5 (48-50)

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The crescent moon still in the sky — the day awakens — it brings the end of Shakespeare's #MuchAdo_2025

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Far from being reserved, I loved to talk elaborately in the elegant English found in books, and I loved to tell stories—funny, beautiful, and dirty—so long as they stripped the bric-a-brac of pretense from hard truth. Peter Matthiessen / Bone By Bone

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#apstogether #theodyssey From the Art Institute of Chicago…. Odysseus, at the Doors of Hades, Meets the Shades of Tiresias and Anticlea 1785 Artist: Johann Heinrich Lips Swiss, 1758–1817

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extracts from further solitudes

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„Die echte Andersheit, die aus feinsten Kontakten, aus wunderbarer Übereinstimmung mit der Welt bestand, konnte nicht von nur einem Glied geleistet werden, der ausgestreckten Hand musste eine andere Hand von draussen, vom anderen her, Antwort geben.“ Julio Cortázar Rayuela (22)

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“. . . Shouldn’t someone tell his family?” “He doesn’t have a family, he’s a writer.” “Oh,” said Oliveira. “He has a cat and a lot of books.” Cortazar / Hopscotch (22)

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[BALTHASAR] [Sings, accompanied by music] Pardon, goddess of the night, Those that slew thy virgin knight: … #MuchAdo_2025 V,3 (12-13) William Shakespeare Diane chasseresse

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Think of this--that the writer wrote alone, and the reader read alone, and they were alone with each other. A.S. Byatt, Possession

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In the dark times will there also be singing? Yes, there will also be singing. About the dark times. — Bertolt Brecht Azovstal, Mariupol, Ukraine photo by D. Kazatsky | May 2022

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Cortázar Rayuela (79) „Aus der Literatur das nehmen, was lebendige Brücke von Mensch zu Mensch ist… Eine erzählende Literatur, die nicht Vorwand ist für die Übermittlung einer ‚Botschaft’ (es gibt keine Botschaft, es gibt Botschafter und die sind die Botschaft, so wie der Liebende die Liebe ist)“

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“To attempt on the other hand a text that would not clutch the reader but which would oblige him to become an accomplice as it whispers to him underneath the conventional exposition other more esoteric directions.” Cortazar / Hopscotch (79)

“Rivers flow not past, but through us; tingling, vibrating, exciting every cell and fiber in our bodies, making them sing and glide.“ - John Muir Ph: mpb

Footfalls echo in the memory Down the passage which we did not take Towards the door we never opened ~T.S. Eliot, Four Quartets

Oft hope is born when all is forlorn. Tolkien

#Rothenburg #ob #der #Tauber #Bavaria #Germany

Along the way pepper tree

„Die vage Vermutung, dass Leben Illusion ist — das, und nicht mehr, macht einen grossen Menschen aus.“ Fernando Pessoa Das Buch der Unruhe (150)

Anoushka Shankar Stolen Moments live performance KEXP studio, 2023 Seattle, WA youtu.be/dBbs4EUjWPs?si=BPGCLFYYn0tYeOgG

Melankolia #nature #photography #Finland 21.02.25 #Naantali

She squeezed my hand a final time, pushed it away. . . . I went away bereft and unforgiven, and suffocating for want of any way to cry out the love I had not found words for while she searched my face. (204) Peter Matthiessen / Bone By Bone

#BlueSkyArtShow #Abandoned … by the sea 🌊🏚️ #EastCoastKin #photography

„Nur wenn man absurd lebte, könnte man diese endlose Absurdität einmal durchbrechen“ Julio Cortázar Rayuela (23)

Julio Cortázar by Antonio Gálvez

Along my way blue sky through tree branches

Paris is full of people who go along the street talking to themselves, Oliveira himself was no exception, …he was playing the fool as he walked beside the old woman, seeing this tarnished puppet home, 1/ Cortazar / Hopscotch (23)

one most perilous and long voyage ended, only begins a second; and a second ended, only begins a third, and so on, for ever and for aye

"Truly, I live in dark times! An artless word is foolish. A smooth forehead Points to insensitivity. He who laughs Has not yet received The terrible news. What times are these, in which A conversation about trees is almost a crime..." Bertolt Brecht. ph. Todd Webb , New Jersey, 1946.

Odilon Redon, Melancholy

Sunset tonight over Telegraph Hill, San Francisco, California. #sunset #nature #landscape

“Everything would be a kind of disquiet, a continuous uprooting, . . .” (from Morelli’s planned book) Cortazar / Hopscotch (62)

Along my way lemon tree fully loaded

Benedick Do not you love me? Beatrice Why, no; no more than reason. #MuchAdo_2025 Act V, s4 (l.74)

#MuchAdo_2025 Day 21, 2/21- Act V s.4 "Did I not tell you that she was innocent?" Last day- thanks so much for reading together!! See y'all at #MerryWives_2025 on Feb. 24th!

BENEDICK Bull Jove, sir, had an amiable low, And some such strange bull leaped your father's cow, And got a calf in that same noble feat #MuchAdo_2025 V,5 (48-50)

The crescent moon still in the sky — the day awakens — it brings the end of Shakespeare's #MuchAdo_2025

Far from being reserved, I loved to talk elaborately in the elegant English found in books, and I loved to tell stories—funny, beautiful, and dirty—so long as they stripped the bric-a-brac of pretense from hard truth. Peter Matthiessen / Bone By Bone

#apstogether #theodyssey From the Art Institute of Chicago…. Odysseus, at the Doors of Hades, Meets the Shades of Tiresias and Anticlea 1785 Artist: Johann Heinrich Lips Swiss, 1758–1817

extracts from further solitudes

„Die echte Andersheit, die aus feinsten Kontakten, aus wunderbarer Übereinstimmung mit der Welt bestand, konnte nicht von nur einem Glied geleistet werden, der ausgestreckten Hand musste eine andere Hand von draussen, vom anderen her, Antwort geben.“ Julio Cortázar Rayuela (22)

“. . . Shouldn’t someone tell his family?” “He doesn’t have a family, he’s a writer.” “Oh,” said Oliveira. “He has a cat and a lot of books.” Cortazar / Hopscotch (22)

[BALTHASAR] [Sings, accompanied by music] Pardon, goddess of the night, Those that slew thy virgin knight: … #MuchAdo_2025 V,3 (12-13) William Shakespeare Diane chasseresse

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Think of this--that the writer wrote alone, and the reader read alone, and they were alone with each other. A.S. Byatt, Possession

In the dark times will there also be singing? Yes, there will also be singing. About the dark times. — Bertolt Brecht Azovstal, Mariupol, Ukraine photo by D. Kazatsky | May 2022

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“To attempt on the other hand a text that would not clutch the reader but which would oblige him to become an accomplice as it whispers to him underneath the conventional exposition other more esoteric directions.” Cortazar / Hopscotch (79)

Good afternoon everyone

Carson McCullers - BOTD 💙📚 #LiteratureSky

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