Life Doesn’t Frighten Me: Maya Angelou’s Courageous Children’s Verses, Illustrated by Basquiat -
Nothing but incredible blogs from Brain Pickings. Two titans of art, Maya Angelou + Basquiat collab for a great Friday feature.
Legends Never Die -
“We came from fucked up backgrounds, you know what I mean?” he continues. “Straight up, like New York City kids. Our bond together was skateboarding. But skateboarding wasn’t cool. We were like a band of outsiders.”
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I closed my mouth and spoke to you in a hundred silent ways. — Rumi (via alighthouseofwords)
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April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain. — T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land (via litographs)
The mower stalled, twice; kneeling, I found
A hedgehog jammed up against the blades,
Killed. It had been in the long grass.
I had seen it before, and even fed it, once.
Now I had mauled its unobtrusive world
Unmendably. Burial was no help:
Next morning I got up and it did not.
The first day after a death, the new absence
Is always the same; we should be careful
Of each other, we should be kind
While there is still time.
I want to read crate-fulls of old used, bent, wrinkly paged books. With the bindings all creased, and the pages earmarked. I want to know that when I’m reading a book someone else enjoyed it before me. — (via impulseandinstincts)