“one day I will find the right words, and they will be simple.” - Jack Kerouac, The Dharma Bums
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“one day I will find the right words, and they will be simple.” - Jack Kerouac, The Dharma Bums

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(Reblogged from resonares)

so very lucky that I had the chance to get to know the person he is, even just a teeny, tiny bit. to be able to experience his candor, his unstoppable creativity and his unbelievably sharp, quick wit. as many have been discussing, when talking about his life, he could be gruff.  of course.  but it’s important to understand that it was always because he was trying to get the best out of everyone around him.  he wouldn’t accept mediocrity. you don’t get to be an artist of his kind if you accept mediocrity.

i’m incredibly thankful that I also got to see the sweet, sensitive Lou that lived just beneath the surface.  i’m thankful i got to know the Lou who would hold your hand when he was talking to you. the Lou that had so much passion for everything in his life. From music (be it Melt Banana or Nicki Minaj) or his favorite pizza in the city, to the Tai Chi that he dedicated so much of his life to that he helped to make a film about it.

i’m thankful that I had a chance to witness, so closely, the ferocity with which he loved his wife; you could feel his deep admiration and respect simply in the way he looked at her or talked about her.  i’m thankful i got to know the way he and Laurie loved Lolabelle, their dog who passed away last year.  they treated Lolabelle like a child, and they grieved her loss through the creation of art when she died.

i feel so very grateful that I got to know this person who changed so much…with the way he chose his words, and the way he painted them against a different kind of music.  in so many different ways.

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"i always had trouble distinguishing between what happened and what merely might have happened, but I remain unconvinced that the distinction, for my purposes, matters." - Joan Didion
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"i always had trouble distinguishing between what happened and what merely might have happened, but I remain unconvinced that the distinction, for my purposes, matters." - Joan Didion

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"because when I read, I don’t really read; I pop a beautiful sentence into my mouth and suck it like a fruit drop, or I sip it like a liqueur until the thought dissolves in me like alcohol, infusing brain and heart and coursing on through the veins to the root of each blood vessel.” - Bohumil Hrabal
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"because when I read, I don’t really read; I pop a beautiful sentence into my mouth and suck it like a fruit drop, or I sip it like a liqueur until the thought dissolves in me like alcohol, infusing brain and heart and coursing on through the veins to the root of each blood vessel.” - Bohumil Hrabal

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i love the ritual of making coffee in the morning.  sometimes i think about the pioneer women boiling water over an open flame or an old stove…was that the calm before the storm everyday for them, too?
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i love the ritual of making coffee in the morning.  sometimes i think about the pioneer women boiling water over an open flame or an old stove…was that the calm before the storm everyday for them, too?

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"let everything happen to youbeauty and terrorjust keep goingno feeling is final”
Rainer Maria Rilke (Go to the Limits of Your Longing)
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"let everything happen to you
beauty and terror
just keep going
no feeling is final”

Rainer Maria Rilke (Go to the Limits of Your Longing)

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 just stay silent for the moment and listen for the cues.
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 just stay silent for the moment and listen for the cues.

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if it’s important, you’ll find a way.
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if it’s important, you’ll find a way.

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maybe it doesn’t matter after all.
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maybe it doesn’t matter after all.

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(Reblogged from artpixie)
"her soul was connected to her through her brain. This was not a fault or a virtue; she was just born that way." - Mary Gaitskill, Don’t Cry
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"her soul was connected to her through her brain. This was not a fault or a virtue; she was just born that way." Mary Gaitskill, Don’t Cry

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