eddbell:

sunday 16.02.2014…
the tower of murakami…
as the tower of coupland was to the 90s, the tower of murakami was to the 00s…

eddbell:

sunday 16.02.2014…

the tower of murakami…

as the tower of coupland was to the 90s, the tower of murakami was to the 00s…

I am sad and have a passion for unknown, distant places. I want to see the world. And I would love it, if I just had the chance to get away for a little while. But sadly, things aren’t that easy; desire won’t change a thing.
— Abraham M. Alghanem, A Dying Flower (via perfect)

(Source: wordsthat-speak)

 
The soul should always stand ajar, ready to welcome the ecstatic experience.
— Emily Dickinson (via bibliophilebunny)
 other-wordly:


pronunciation | ‘hEr-rIth (HEER-eyeth, with a fast heer and a soft th)submitted by | harry d.submit words | here

other-wordly:

pronunciation | ‘hEr-rIth (HEER-eyeth, with a fast heer and a soft th)
submitted by | harry d.
submit words | here

 
 vintageanchorbooks:

"Bored" by Margaret Atwood "All those times I was boredout of my mind. Holding the logwhile he sawed it. Holdingthe string while he measured, boards,distances between things, or poundedstakes into the ground for rows and rowsof lettuces and beets, which I then (bored)weeded. Or sat in the backof the car, or sat still in boats,sat, sat, while at the prow, stern, wheelhe drove, steered, paddled. Itwasn’t even boredom, it was looking,looking hard and up close at the smalldetails. Myopia. The worn gunwales,the intricate twill of the seatcover. The acid crumbs of loam, the granularpink rock, its igneous veins, the sea-fansof dry moss, the blackish and then the grayingbristles on the back of his neck.Sometimes he would whistle, sometimesI would. The boring rhythm of doingthings over and over, carryingthe wood, dryingthe dishes. Such minutiae. It’s whatthe animals spend most of their time at,ferrying the sand, grain by grain, from their tunnels,shuffling the leaves in their burrows. He pointedsuch things out, and I would lookat the whorled texture of his square finger, earth underthe nail. Why do I remember it as sunnierall the time then, although it more oftenrained, and more birdsong?I could hardly wait to getthe hell out of there toanywhere else. Perhaps thoughboredom is happier. It is for dogs orgroundhogs. Now I wouldn’t be bored.Now I would know too much.Now I would know.”

vintageanchorbooks:

"Bored" by Margaret Atwood

"All those times I was bored
out of my mind. Holding the log
while he sawed it. Holding
the string while he measured, boards,
distances between things, or pounded
stakes into the ground for rows and rows
of lettuces and beets, which I then (bored)
weeded. Or sat in the back
of the car, or sat still in boats,
sat, sat, while at the prow, stern, wheel
he drove, steered, paddled. It
wasn’t even boredom, it was looking,
looking hard and up close at the small
details. Myopia. The worn gunwales,
the intricate twill of the seat
cover. The acid crumbs of loam, the granular
pink rock, its igneous veins, the sea-fans
of dry moss, the blackish and then the graying
bristles on the back of his neck.
Sometimes he would whistle, sometimes
I would. The boring rhythm of doing
things over and over, carrying
the wood, drying
the dishes. Such minutiae. It’s what
the animals spend most of their time at,
ferrying the sand, grain by grain, from their tunnels,
shuffling the leaves in their burrows. He pointed
such things out, and I would look
at the whorled texture of his square finger, earth under
the nail. Why do I remember it as sunnier
all the time then, although it more often
rained, and more birdsong?
I could hardly wait to get
the hell out of there to
anywhere else. Perhaps though
boredom is happier. It is for dogs or
groundhogs. Now I wouldn’t be bored.
Now I would know too much.
Now I would know.”

I like that library books have secret lives. All those hands that have held them. All those eyes that have read them.
― Neela Vaswani, “Same Sun Here” (via leftinalibrarybook)
 bibliolectors:

Feliz Día del Libro / Happy Book Day
sarafratini:

"Time spent reading, like time spent loving, increases our lifetime" - Daniel Pennac

bibliolectors:

Feliz Día del Libro / Happy Book Day

sarafratini:

"Time spent reading, like time spent loving, increases our lifetime" - Daniel Pennac

I probably still haven’t completely adapted to the world, I said after giving it some thought. I don’t know, I feel like this isn’t the real world. The people, the scene: they just don’t seem real to me.
— Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood (via stxxz)
 vintageanchorbooks:

"A Dream Within A Dream" by Edgar Allan PoeTake this kiss upon the brow!And, in parting from you now,Thus much let me avow-You are not wrong, who deemThat my days have been a dream;Yet if hope has flown awayIn a night, or in a day,In a vision, or in none,Is it therefore the less gone?All that we see or seemIs but a dream within a dream.I stand amid the roarOf a surf-tormented shore,And I hold within my handGrains of the golden sand-How few! yet how they creepThrough my fingers to the deep,While I weep- while I weep!O God! can I not graspThem with a tighter clasp?O God! can I not saveOne from the pitiless wave?Is all that we see or seemBut a dream within a dream?

vintageanchorbooks:

"A Dream Within A Dream" by Edgar Allan Poe

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand-
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep- while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

 
Happy World Book Day! (As if we need a special day to love books, but let’s just go with it.) Celebrate with Maira Kalman’s illustrated wisdom. 

Happy World Book Day! (As if we need a special day to love books, but let’s just go with it.) Celebrate with Maira Kalman’s illustrated wisdom

(Source: explore-blog)

I came to realize that far more important to me than any plot or conventional sense was the sheer directionality I felt while reading prose, the texture of time as it passed, life’s white machine.
— Ben Lerner, Leaving the Atocha Station (via booksijustread)
 (by Duygu Öksünlü)
 teachingliteracy:

prettybookish:
March Book Photo Challenge - Day 18: Makes Me Smile
I got sent the cutest bookmark from The Book Depository yesterday!

teachingliteracy:

prettybookish:

March Book Photo Challenge - Day 18: Makes Me Smile

I got sent the cutest bookmark from The Book Depository yesterday!