#eats

Me: I am very busy now. Can you please excuse me for few minutes? She: Oh ok. But why are you sweating all over your body? Me: I am very busy, that is why. I am dreaming extra-large dreams. ↗

— Israelmore Ayivor

#dream #dream-big #dreams #excuse-me #extra

The censorious said she slept in a hammock and understood Yeats's poems, but her family denied both stories. ↗

— Saki

#eccentric #golden-afternoon #humor #saki #twentieth-century

He believes, but he does not believe: the impossibility of believing is the impossibility which he accepts most reluctantly, but still it is there with the other impossibilities of this world which is too full of weeping for a child to understand. ↗

— Edmund Wilson

#yeats #imagination

Who dreamt and made incarnate gaps in Time & Space through images juxtaposed, and trapped the archangel of the soul between 2 visual images and joined the elemental verbs and set the noun and dash of consciousness together jumping with sensation of Pater Omnipotens Aeterna Deus to recreate the syntax and measure of poor human prose and stand before you speechless and intelligent and shaking with shame ↗

— Allen Ginsberg

#howl #the-beats #writing #intelligence

If you don't remove your hands immediately, I will render you unable to biologically maintain life. ↗

— Kaede Kouchi

#threats #life

Down by the salley gardens my love and I did meet; She passed the salley gardens with little snow-white feet. She bid me take love easy, as the leaves grow on the tree; But I, being young and foolish, with her did not agree. In a field by the river my love and I did stand, And on my leaning shoulder she laid her snow-white hand. She bid me take life easy, as the grass grows on the weirs; But I was young and foolish, and now am full of tears. ↗

— W.B. Yeats

#life

Who Goes With Fergus? Who will go drive with Fergus now, And pierce the deep wood's woven shade, And dance upon the level shore? Young man, lift up your russet brow, And lift your tender eyelids, maid, And brood on hopes and fear no more. And no more turn aside and brood Upon love's bitter mystery; For Fergus rules the brazen cars, And rules the shadows of the wood, And the white breast of the dim sea And all dishevelled wandering stars. ↗

— W.B. Yeats

#william-butler-yeats #love

Love is the demiurge that builds substance from the elements of our lives. From "Big Enough for the Entire Universe ↗

— Victor Fernando R. Ocampo

#victor-fernando-r-ocampo #love

The real dance is a spontaneous body movement that in harmony with the beats of the music in your heart. ↗

— Toba Beta

#body #dance #harmony #heart #movement

Right now there’s a man on the street outside my door with outstretched hands full of heartbeats no one can hear. He has cheeks like torn sheet music every tear-broken crescendo falling on deaf ears. At his side there’s a boy with eyes like an anthem no one stands up for. ↗

— Andrea Gibson

#heartbeats #pole-dancing-to-gospel-hymnes #music