AARDMAAN 🌍🌖

Every story paints a picture ... ✍🏼🕊️

[AARDMAAN 🌍🌖 @aardmaan]

as yarns of a
moonlit sky belies
the infinite horizon
brushes a glimmered haze
you soothe this my souls-pulse

as streams of earth’s
first rains threads
my silent thirst-land
in light drenched water
indulge me this my acquiesce

drift ethereal with me
into an eternal calmed morn

[Cian McCarthy @arealmofwonder]

"I think it is the best of humanity that goes out to walk. In happy hours, I think all affairs may be wisely postponed for walking."
~ Ralph Waldo Emerson

[bluesharp @bluezharp]

Early John Lee Hooker 🎶'Boom, Boom'

[Democritus Sr @DemocritusSr]

Ralph Waldo Emerson, “The Rhodora” #poetry

[Cian McCarthy @arealmofwonder]

Lightly read...

Kenneth C. Steven

[RobertAllenPoet @RobertAllenPoet]

A.R. Ammons

[AARDMAAN 🌍🌖 @aardmaan]

If only ….

[AARDMAAN 🌍🌖 @aardmaan]

@lemnsissay Beautifully read too @lemnsissay

[AARDMAAN 🌍🌖 @aardmaan]

Always! ✍🏼🔥Just … let the ink spill.

[Joyce Carol Oates @JoyceCarolOates]

absolutely, I believe this. I have never been able to "write"--at least a first draft-- any other way than by hand.

our handwriting is unique to us as our fingerprints. it makes sense that the brain & the hand are closely coordinated. handwriting can vary & be loose & formative--not fixed like print; it embodies plasticity, change. even an unintelligent scrawl has meaning.

print is uniform, impersonal. as Samuel Beckett said: "It all came together between the hand and the page."

[AARDMAAN 🌍🌖 @aardmaan]

Being fed by the glorious stack this morning.

What’s feeding you today?

[AARDMAAN 🌍🌖 @aardmaan]

True

Two, but oft more …

❤️‍🔥📚

[IPCallaway @IanCallaway352]

She always went out with a book under her arm, and often came home with two. #Books #bookshops #reading. RT @GalvanPero55796.

[AARDMAAN 🌍🌖 @aardmaan]

Not Italy … t’is Derbyshire in spring.

[AARDMAAN 🌍🌖 @aardmaan]

@JMWSPT @BretVDB Awesome. And, right at the bottom i spy the wonderful Michael Longley.

Am being gloriously fed by this stack.

[Bret van den Brink @BretVDB]

“Poetry lets us see things as they are anew, under a new aspect, transfigured, subject to a felt variation. The poet sings a song that is both beyond us yet ourselves. Things change when the poet sings them, but they are still our things: recognizable, common, near, low. We hear the poet sing and press back against the pressure of reality.”

—Simon Critchley, Things Merely Are: Philosophy in the Poetry of Wallace Stevens

[Bret van den Brink @BretVDB]

“Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold.”

—William Butler Yeats, “The Second Coming”

“This centre holds
and spreads,
sump and seedbed,
a bag of waters

and a melting grave.”

—Seamus Heaney, “Kinship”

[The English Oak Project @TheKentAcorn]

If you have ever gone to the woods with me, I must love you very much

Mary Oliver

[AARDMAAN 🌍🌖 @aardmaan]

“always
it’s
Spring)and everyone’s
in love and flowers pick themselves”

stunningly e.e.cummings

✍🏼🔥

[Cian McCarthy @arealmofwonder]

Two exceptional pieces
from e.e. cummings
that go most
beautifully together

[Bret van den Brink @BretVDB]

“I’d like to get away from earth awhile
And then come back to it and begin over.
May no fate willfully misunderstand me
And half grant what I wish and snatch me away
Not to return. Earth’s the right place for love:
I don't know where it's likely to go better.”

—Robert Frost, “Birches”

[LeoDaVinciWave @LeoDaVinciWave]

This intricate artwork is a micro-mosaic sculpture created by Italian artist Rebecca Di Filippo, depicting a human face using thousands of tiny, iridescent sea shell fragments.

[AARDMAAN 🌍🌖 @aardmaan]

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Exquisite.

Great poetry makes the everyday, sublime.

#Larkin

[PhilipLarkinSociety @PLSoc]

Larkin’s father died on 26 March 1948. A week the following Sunday it snowed in Warwick. This beautiful elegy was never printed in the poet’s lifetime and yet, arguably, it is his first great poem.

[The Moth Magazine @themothmagazine]

❛ Writing is a kind of revenge against circumstance too: bad luck, loss, pain. If you make something out of it, then you've no longer been bested by these events.

The brilliant Louise Gluck, born #OTD in 1943.