Source: nfctdEVOLution
Source: ellobofilipinoSunrise in Mactan Island, Cebu, Philippines (Mel Catarroja)
Here’s to new beginnings. Happy Easter everyone.
Manchester, June 21, 1865
My heart’s beloved:
I am writing you again, because I am alone and because it troubles me always to have a dialogue with you in my head, without your knowing anything about it or hearing it or being able to answer…
Momentary absence is good, for in constant presence things seem too much alike to be differentiated. Proximity dwarfs even towers, while the petty and the commonplace, at close view, grow too big. Small habits, which may physically irritate and take on emotional form, disappear when the immediate object is removed from the eye. Great passions, which through proximity assume the form of petty routine,grow and again take on their natural dimension on account of the magic of distance. So it is with my love. You have only to be snatched away from me even in a mere dream, and I know immediately that the time has only served, as do sun and rain for plants, for growth.
The moment you are absent, my love for you shows itself to be what it is, a giant, in which are crowded together all the energy of my spirit and all the character of my heart. It makes me feel like a man again, because I feel a great passion; and the multifariousness, in which study and modern education entangle us, and the skepticism which necessarily makes us find fault with all subjective and objective impressions, all of these are entirely designed to make us all small and weak and whining. But love - not love for the Feuerbach-type of man, not for the metabolism, not for the proletariat - but the love for the beloved and particularly for you, makes a man again a man…
There are many females in the world, and some among them are beautiful. But where could I find again a face, whose every feature, even every wrinkle, is a reminder of the greatest and sweetest memories of my life? Even my endless pains, my irreplaceable losses I read in your sweet countenance, and I kiss away the pain when I kiss your sweet face…
Good-bye, my sweet heart. I kiss you and the children many thousand times.
Yours, Karl
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Source: thedailywhatAnother Unfortunate Juxtaposition of the Day: A funeral home in Consett, County Durham asked Clear Channel to remove an ad for The Walking Dead — Frank Darabont’s critically acclaimed zombie TV series — that was placed on its wall.
“It is disappointing that we were not consulted as this advert could cause unnecessary distress,” a Co-operative Funeralcare spokesman is quoted as saying.
A yet another early warning goes unheeded.
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Source: copyeditorPablo Neruda - Poema 20
Poems as short films: One of 21 video poems in Four Seasons Productions newly released Moving Poetry Series - Three innovative new films - RANT * RAVE * RIFF. Poema 20 was written in 1924 by Pablo Neruda. The poem is recited in its native Spanish by Carlos Alfaro and includes English subtitles translated from Spanish by W.S. Merwin.
[Four Seasons Productions on YouTube, via OpenCulture]