L Y S E R G I C // B L I S S

newsweek: PSA: Help victims of the tornadoes in Oklahoma by donating $10 to the Red Cross. Text...

Mon, 20 May 2013 21:24:19 -0400

PSA: Help victims of the tornadoes in Oklahoma by donating $10 to the Red Cross. Text REDCROSS to 90999, or visit redcross.org.

babylonbabe: dream

Mon, 20 May 2013 01:16:02 -0400

babylonbabe:

dream

solsetur: commovente: Joseph Mallord William Turner - Sky...

Wed, 15 May 2013 23:53:36 -0400

solsetur:

commovente:

Joseph Mallord William Turner - Sky Studies (1820-30) - Watercolor on paper

Turner will forever be one of my favourite painters

"Is there not an idea in your head sometimes that you must live close to the borders of mental..."

Wed, 15 May 2013 23:48:11 -0400

“Is there not an idea in your head sometimes that you must live close to the borders of mental trouble in order to create at your best? Which comes first your health or your work?”

- Scott Fitzgerald to Zelda Fitzgerald, 1933 (via 33113)

Leadbelly // Goodnight, Irene

Wed, 15 May 2013 22:17:53 -0400

Leadbelly // Goodnight, Irene

sweetclassicalmusic: Gustav Mahler - Adagietto from Symphony #5

Wed, 15 May 2013 01:04:19 -0400

sweetclassicalmusic:

Gustav Mahler - Adagietto from Symphony #5

"‘Nothing is altered and in spite of God’s mercy I am still alone. Though my suffering seems..."

Wed, 15 May 2013 00:48:35 -0400

“‘Nothing is altered and in spite of God’s mercy I am still alone. Though my suffering seems senseless I am still in agony. There is no explanation of my life.’ Indeed there was not, nor was this what he’d meant to convey. ‘Please let Yvonne have her dream—dream?—of a new life with me—please let me believe that all that is not an abominable self-deception,’ he tried…‘Please let me make her happy, deliver me from this dreadful tyranny of self. I have sunk low. Let me sink lower still, that I may know the truth. Teach me to love again, to love life.’ That wouldn’t do either…‘Where is love? Let me truly suffer. Give me back my purity, the knowledge of the Mysteries, that I have betrayed and lost.—Let me be truly lonely, that I may honestly pray. Let us be happy again somewhere, if it’s only together, if it’s only out of this terrible world. Destroy the world!’ he cried in his heart.”

- Malcolm Lowry, Under the Volcano

Old City, Philadelphia

Mon, 13 May 2013 22:12:02 -0400

Old City, Philadelphia

The National Zoo.

Mon, 06 May 2013 20:48:35 -0400

The National Zoo.

I found my thrill on Meridian Hill.

Sun, 05 May 2013 20:15:05 -0400

I found my thrill on Meridian Hill.

Dumbarton Bridge, Washington DC.

Sun, 05 May 2013 20:10:53 -0400

Dumbarton Bridge, Washington DC.

First trip to the National Cathedral today. It took my breath...

Sat, 04 May 2013 23:54:15 -0400

First trip to the National Cathedral today. It took my breath away.

joseba eskubi

Tue, 30 Apr 2013 00:54:28 -0400

joseba eskubi

mpdrolet: Michael Hicks

Tue, 30 Apr 2013 00:52:34 -0400

mpdrolet:

Michael Hicks

mpdrolet: Rico Quintas

Tue, 30 Apr 2013 00:49:37 -0400

mpdrolet:

Rico Quintas

Photo

Tue, 30 Apr 2013 00:48:48 -0400

fette: Top, Frederic Erwin Church, Meteor of 1860, 1860, Oil on...

Tue, 30 Apr 2013 00:47:21 -0400

fette:

Top, Frederic Erwin Church, Meteor of 1860, 1860, Oil on canvas. Via. Bottom, photograph by David Burnett, Apollo XI, July 1969. Via.

See also, Our God is Speed.

nevver: Death of Marat, Edvard Munch

Tue, 30 Apr 2013 00:41:52 -0400

nevver:

Death of Marat, Edvard Munch

My computer broke two or three weeks ago. And so here I am, disconnected, and it feels all right. I...

Sun, 28 Apr 2013 23:42:59 -0400

My computer broke two or three weeks ago. And so here I am, disconnected, and it feels all right. I have filled that space with books, Frank O’Hara, Netflix, some strong coffee, and Guinness. I have been thinking and feeling a lot but writing little. (I have developed this irrational fear that, if I write these feelings down, they’ll leave my chest and then where will I be? Because that’s where they are: in my chest. I can feel them there close to my heart as it beats. I feel them there now.)

This forced disconnect coincided with the onset of Spring, which advanced without mercy this year. (“Can this be real?” I often wondered in the warm early mornings on my way to work.) As the days grow longer I find myself outside as much as possible. It feels good and healthy to be out in the open air. I feel strong and hopeful. After work I look out my window and take in the trees, admiring the green leaves still shiny in the evening light. This is all beginning to feel like home for the first time.

I’m still tired but everything seems more bearable in some way. Maybe I should move to Southern California where it’s like this most of the year. But I know I’d miss the seasons—even winter.

And we made it through the dark months okay after all, didn’t we? We learned about ourselves and our limitations. A few things I learned: pride can be a stupid, stupid thing. I don’t have to be alone, and I shouldn’t impose this condition on myself needlessly. There’s nothing I have to prove to anyone. I am not destined for great things, and that’s okay; it isn’t anyone’s fault.

I still need to work on a few things, like being a better person. And so that’s what I’ll try to be: a better son and friend and coworker and citizen and member of the goddamned human race. I still have to remind myself from time to time that life is a process, and that there will be days when I’ll just have to keep my head down and smile. I am not entitled to a good life, but I do have a good life in many ways. And I should remember to be fucking thankful for that.

Somewhere along Vermont Ave. Washington, DC.

Sun, 28 Apr 2013 21:00:01 -0400

Somewhere along Vermont Ave. Washington, DC.