The meowing bird

We die containing a richness of lovers and tribes,
tastes we have swallowed,
bodies we have plunged into and swum up as if rivers of wisdom,
characters we have climbed into as if trees,
fears we have hidden in as if caves.
I wish for all this to be marked on my body when I am dead.
I believe in such cartography--to be marked by nature,
not just to label ourselves on a map like the
names of rich men and women on buildings.
We are communal histories, communal books.
We are not owned or monogamous in our taste or experience.
-Michael Ondaatje, The English Patient

greeneyes55:

The gift of a beautiful summer evening
Ile de la cité Paris
Photo: Green Eyes 55

greeneyes55:

The gift of a beautiful summer evening

Ile de la cité Paris

Photo: Green Eyes 55

6 days ago

melodyhansen:

The sister and I have been workin’ pretty hard on our first single and getting ready to re-launch our musical project: @sonagur. Shot some new photos today with the amazing @zachisacamera. Can’t wait for y’all to hear/see this.

melodyhansen:

The sister and I have been workin’ pretty hard on our first single and getting ready to re-launch our musical project: @sonagur. Shot some new photos today with the amazing @zachisacamera. Can’t wait for y’all to hear/see this.

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1 week ago

greeneyes55:

Vienna 1901 
Photo: Ferdinand Schmutzer 

greeneyes55:

Vienna 1901 

Photo: Ferdinand Schmutzer 

1 week ago

A woman from the audience asks: ‘Why were there so few women among the Beat writers?’ and [Gregory] Corso, suddenly utterly serious, leans forward and says: “There were women, they were there, I knew them, their families put them in institutions, they were given electric shock. In the ’50s if you were male you could be a rebel, but if you were female your families had you locked up. Stephen Scobie, on the Naropa Institute’s 1994 tribute to Allen Ginsberg (via fuckyeahbeatniks)

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1 week ago