lørdag den 26. maj 2012

~ THE ELEGANCE OF THE HEDGEHOG ~

“I have finally concluded, maybe that's what life is about: there's a lot of despair, but also the odd moment of beauty, where time is no longer the same. It's as if those strains of music created a sort of interlude in time, something suspended, an elsewhere that had come to us, an always within never. Yes, that's it, an alwayswithin never.” 
“This pause in time, within time ... When did I first experience the exquisite sense of surrender that is only possible with another person? The peace of mind one experiences on one's own, one's certainty of self in the serenity of solitude, are nothing in comparison to the release and openness and fluency one shares with another, in close companionship ...” 
“The tea ritual: such a precise repetition of the same gestures and the same tastes; accession to simple, authentic and refined sensations, a license given to all, at little cost, to become aristocrats of taste, because tea is the beverage of the wealthy and the poor; the tea ritual, therefore, has the extraordinary virtue of introducing into the absurdity of our lives an aperture of serene harmony. Yes, the world may aspire to vacuousness, lost souls mourn beauty, insignificance surrounds us. Then let us drink a cup of tea. Silence descends, one hears the wind outside, autumn leaves rustle and take flight, the cat sleeps in a warm pool of light. And, with each swallow, time is sublimed.” 
“We have a knowledge of harmony, anchored deep within. It is this knowledge that enables us, at every instant, to apprehend quality in our lives and, on the rare occasions when everything is in perfect harmony, to appreciate it with the apposite intensity. And I am not referring to the sort of beauty that is the exclusive preserve of Art. Those who feel inspired, as I do, by the greatness of small things will pursue them to the very heart of the inessential where, cloaked in everyday attire, this greatness will emerge from within a certain ordering of ordinary things and from the certainty that all is as it should be, the conviction that it is fine this way.
“It would be so much better if we could share our insecurity, if we could all venture inside ourselves and realize that green beans and vitamin C, however much they nurture us, cannot save lives, or sustain our souls.” 

Regina Spektor

No one laughs at God in a hospital

No one laughs at God in a war



No one’s laughing at God
When they’re starving or freezing or so very poor



No one laughs at God
When the doctor calls after some routine tests
No one’s laughing at God
When it’s gotten real late
And their kid’s not back from the party yet



No one laughs at God
When their airplane start to uncontrollably shake
No one’s laughing at God
When they see the one they love, hand in hand with someone else
And they hope that they’re mistaken




søndag den 20. maj 2012

Jeg vil

På pilgrimsvandring

Hedde Rice til efternavn

Eje et hav af CD'er

Skrive noget smukt

Helt op i toppen af Eiffeltårnet

Være bedre til at spille klaver

Fylde femten

Til København

Gå en tur i regnen snarest muligt

Læse Nordkraft færdig

Købe Lise Westzynthius' CD

onsdag den 9. maj 2012

Chiller i mit Elmer-kostume




søndag den 6. maj 2012

G R E A S E



Summer lovin' had me a blast - summer lovin', happened so fast
I met a girl crazy for me - I met a boy, cute as can be
Summer days driftin' away, to uh-oh those summer nights
Tell me more, tell me more, did you get very far?
Tell me more, tell me more, like, does he have a car?

fredag den 4. maj 2012

Der er Intet så skærmmende
Som at blive trængt ud af sin krog


Nu har jeg prøvet det meste
Af det jeg har prøvet før

apyretic:

By Elias and Theresa Carlson

Intet Er


...Som du er
Min åbne himmel


Intet Bliver


Som du og jeg
Min åbne himmel




Søren HussIntet er, Intet bliver

lørdag den 28. april 2012

Harry Potter And The Deathly Hallows



Albus never attempted to deny that his father (who was to die in Azkaban) had committed this crime; on the contrary, when I plucked up courage to ask him, he assured me that he knew his father to be guilty. Beyond that, Dumbledore refused to speak of the sad business, though many attempted to make him do so.