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~ Sunday, February 17 ~
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mythologyofblue:

Tomasz Wagner, Watching over Jodhpur 

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Tomasz Wagner, Watching over Jodhpur 


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~ Saturday, February 9 ~
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freeindie:

Finding Nemo

freeindie:

Finding Nemo


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~ Thursday, December 6 ~
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Which one of us has never felt, walking through the twilight or writing down a date from his past, that he has lost something infinite?
— Jorge Luis Borges (via mythologyofblue)

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The eye may be said to be the sun in another form.

Our eyes are blue for the same reason the sky is, a scattering of reflectors: human eyes have only brown pigment.

After a long time of light, there began to be eyes, and light began looking with itself. At the exact moment of death the pupils open full width.

-Ronald Johnson, “Beam 4” from ARK

(adapted from invisiblestories)

mainly for the last line.


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writersnoonereads:

The Kingdom of Writers No One Reads?


The Literary Kingdom of Redonda
From the Paris Review, Art of Fiction, no. 190:
INTERVIEWER
In addition to being a Spanish citizen, you are the king of the island of 
Redonda, a micronation in the West Indies. I believe you are the first monarch The Paris Review has interviewed. How did you come by your crown? 
JAVIER MARÍAS
There was a shipping magnate in the nineteenth century by the name of Shiel, who lived in the Caribbean, and he had eight or nine daughters but no son. Finally, he had a male baby, Matthew Phipps Shiel, who became a writer. To celebrate his son’s fifteenth birthday in 1880, Shiel claimed ownership of the uninhabited island of Redonda, which is close to Montserrat and not far from Antigua. He organized a coronation with a Methodist minister from Antigua, and M. P. Shiel was crowned king of that island. Recently, I learned that Redonda is the equivalent to Transylvania in Europe, which is appropriate for a literary legend. It’s a very rocky place with limited access. It was used as a harbor for smugglers, and there were legends of terrible beasts and horrific events that happened there. Shortly after Shiel’s coronation the British decided to annex the island because aluminum phosphate was found. The Shiels disputed the British for years, and finally the colonial office said they were not going to give the island back to anyone, let alone a crazy ship owner and a writer, but they had no objection to Shiel using the title of king of Redonda as long as it was, as they said, void of content.
Eventually, Shiel settled in Britain, where a younger writer named John Gawsworth helped him in his old age. When Shiel died in 1947, Gawsworth became his literary executor and heir to his estate. Gawsworth activated an intellectual aristocracy, as it was called, and named dukes and duchesses, including Lawrence Durrell, Henry Miller, and Dylan Thomas. Gawsworth had been a very promising figure, publishing books at nineteen. He fought in India, Algeria, and Egypt during the war. Amazingly, he published small booklets of poetry everywhere, even in Calcutta. I don’t know how he managed to do that during the war. He was one of the youngest members of the Royal Society of Literature and was in touch with many of the major literary figures of the time, from Thomas Hardy to T. E. Lawrence. But Gawsworth became a drunkard and was soon penniless. He had a lot of debts with his landlord and bartenders and started to sell titles to these people. He even put an ad in the Times to sell the title of king of Redonda. A lot of people were interested. I reproduced a telegram in one of the books I published under my Reino de Redonda imprint. I have it here. Carl Werner Skogholm of Denmark wrote: 



Your Royal Highness, King John Gawsworth of Redonda,
Regarding your advertisement I beg to send you the following questions which I hope you will kindly answer:
1) What is the King’s duties?
2) What is the King’s rights?
3) Is the Isle of Redonda a good place to live in?
4) Is it possible for the King to contact Diana Dors?
5) I have two daughters. Is it possible for girls to inherit the throne?
It would be wonderful to become a king suddenly. I hope to be able to—if you are still willing to sell.



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writersnoonereads:

The Kingdom of Writers No One Reads?

The Literary Kingdom of Redonda

From the Paris Review, Art of Fiction, no. 190:

INTERVIEWER

In addition to being a Spanish citizen, you are the king of the island of 
Redonda, a micronation in the West Indies. I believe you are the first monarch The Paris Review has interviewed. How did you come by your crown? 

JAVIER MARÍAS

There was a shipping magnate in the nineteenth century by the name of Shiel, who lived in the Caribbean, and he had eight or nine daughters but no son. Finally, he had a male baby, Matthew Phipps Shiel, who became a writer. To celebrate his son’s fifteenth birthday in 1880, Shiel claimed ownership of the uninhabited island of Redonda, which is close to Montserrat and not far from Antigua. He organized a coronation with a Methodist minister from Antigua, and M. P. Shiel was crowned king of that island. Recently, I learned that Redonda is the equivalent to Transylvania in Europe, which is appropriate for a literary legend. It’s a very rocky place with limited access. It was used as a harbor for smugglers, and there were legends of terrible beasts and horrific events that happened there. Shortly after Shiel’s coronation the British decided to annex the island because aluminum phosphate was found. The Shiels disputed the British for years, and finally the colonial office said they were not going to give the island back to anyone, let alone a crazy ship owner and a writer, but they had no objection to Shiel using the title of king of Redonda as long as it was, as they said, void of content.

Eventually, Shiel settled in Britain, where a younger writer named John Gawsworth helped him in his old age. When Shiel died in 1947, Gawsworth became his literary executor and heir to his estate. Gawsworth activated an intellectual aristocracy, as it was called, and named dukes and duchesses, including Lawrence Durrell, Henry Miller, and Dylan Thomas. Gawsworth had been a very promising figure, publishing books at nineteen. He fought in India, Algeria, and Egypt during the war. Amazingly, he published small booklets of poetry everywhere, even in Calcutta. I don’t know how he managed to do that during the war. He was one of the youngest members of the Royal Society of Literature and was in touch with many of the major literary figures of the time, from Thomas Hardy to T. E. Lawrence. But Gawsworth became a drunkard and was soon penniless. He had a lot of debts with his landlord and bartenders and started to sell titles to these people. He even put an ad in the Times to sell the title of king of Redonda. A lot of people were interested. I reproduced a telegram in one of the books I published under my Reino de Redonda imprint. I have it here. Carl Werner Skogholm of Denmark wrote: 

Your Royal Highness, King John Gawsworth of Redonda,

Regarding your advertisement I beg to send you the following questions which I hope you will kindly answer:

1) What is the King’s duties?

2) What is the King’s rights?

3) Is the Isle of Redonda a good place to live in?

4) Is it possible for the King to contact Diana Dors?

5) I have two daughters. Is it possible for girls to inherit the throne?

It would be wonderful to become a king suddenly. I hope to be able to—if you are still willing to sell.

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Empathy isn’t just something that expands your moral universe. Empathy is something that can make you a more creative thinker, improve your relationships, can create the human bonds that make life worth living. But, more than that, empathy is also about social change — radical social change.

Philosopher Roman Krznaric on empathy and social change (via explore-blog)

empathy is quite possibly all i need.


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~ Saturday, November 10 ~
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questionableadvice:

~ The Young Gentleman and Lady’s Monitor, and English Teacher’s Assistant: Being a Collection of Select Pieces From our Best Modern Writers; Calculated to eradicate Vulgar Prejudices and Rusticity of Manners; Improve the Understanding; Rectify the Will; Purify the Passions; Direct the Minds of Youth to the Pursuit of proper Objects; and to facilitate their Reading, Writing, and Speaking the English language, with Elegance and Propriety, John Hamilton Moore, 1802. via University of Pittsburgh, Digital Research Library

questionableadvice:

~ The Young Gentleman and Lady’s Monitor, and English Teacher’s Assistant: Being a Collection of Select Pieces From our Best Modern Writers; Calculated to eradicate Vulgar Prejudices and Rusticity of Manners; Improve the Understanding; Rectify the Will; Purify the Passions; Direct the Minds of Youth to the Pursuit of proper Objects; and to facilitate their Reading, Writing, and Speaking the English language, with Elegance and Propriety, John Hamilton Moore, 1802.
via University of Pittsburgh, Digital Research Library


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~ Friday, November 2 ~
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Hence our loneliness; hence our desolation.
— Virginia Woolf, The Waves (via mythologyofblue)

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Eines Morgens im November, by Quint Buchholz (via dreamslandscapes)

invisiblestories:

Eines Morgens im November, by Quint Buchholz (via dreamslandscapes)


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The light of memory, or rather the light that memory lends to things, is the palest light of all…I am not quite sure whether I am dreaming or remembering, whether I have lived my life or dreamed it. Just as dreams do, memory makes me profoundly aware of the unreality, the evanescence of the world, a fleeting image in the moving water.

Eugène Ionesco, Present-Past Past-Present, ch. 5

[light, an ongoing study]

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I’m not clear enough in the head to feel anything but varieties of dull anger and arrows of sadness.
— Virginia Woolf, Selected Letters (via violentwavesofemotion)

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~ Monday, October 29 ~
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I’m good, she thought at fact-collecting. But what makes up a person -, (she hollowed her hand), the circumference, - no, I’m not good at that.
— Virginia Woolf, The Years (via vwvw)

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