roseonplanetq:

Athanasius Kircher’s diagrams of the interconnectedness of fire (above) and water (below) in Earth.  The diagrams are just a piece of his large, multi-volume work Mundus Subterraneus, published in 1665.

Desert notes.

Landscape as a birthday present to myself. 

I keep coming back for more. Here, where I feel the voluptuous presence of time in every crack and every fold of the landscape. It’s the pull of the ancient that makes this place vibrate in a certain way, turning time into a soft form, while pulling at you to become less you and a bit more pliable. 

movieisastateofmind:

À bout de souffle, 1960

movieisastateofmind:

À bout de souffle, 1960

air, water, earth
earth, water, air


"The sea, until she nears her limits, is a simple thing, repeating herself wave by wave. But you cannot approach the simplest things in nature without a good many formalities, the thickest things without a bit of thinning out. This -and also because he resents their oppressive immensity- is why man rushes to the edges or intersections of the great things he wishes to define. For reason, plunged in the bosom of uniformity, gets perilously tossed about and runs into short supply: a mind in search of concepts must, to begin with, lay in a stock of appearances."

-Francis Ponge, Bords de mer

I’m rereading The Notebooks of Joseph Joubert.
And now I’m in love with this man.

“Memory is a poet, not a historian.”

a veces tenía la sensación de estar sumergida en un gran mar transparente

We treat desire as a problem to be solved, address what desire is for and focus on that something and how to acquire it rather than on the nature and the sensation of desire, though often it is the desire between us and the object of desire that fills the space in between with the blue of longing.
— Rebecca Solnit, A Field Guide to Getting Lost
vergen:

james turrell

vergen:

james turrell

1000savagecomforts:

Dad and friends on surf safari from Oregon down the California coast. 

Book/Memory #1 (Libro de mi infancia)

I remember loving this book the moment it was given to me. I remember reading the first few chapters countless of times but never being able to get to the end. I remember carrying this copy with me for a whole summer, maybe more, probably more for the looks of it, I handled it enough times to unhinge its spine. I remember wanting to be Mowgli. 

Our body is not in space like things; it inhabits or haunts space. It applies itself to space like a hand to an instrument, and when we wish to move about we do not move the body as we move an object. We transport it without instruments as if by magic, since it is ours and because through it we have direct access to space. For us the body is much more than an instrument or a means; it is our expression in the world, the visible form of our intentions. Even our most secret affective movements, those most deeply tied to the humoral infrastructure, help to shape our perception of things.
— Maurice Merleau-Ponty, The Primacy of Perception  (via sraphmchne)

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gelesterre:

Jonas Mekas Frame No.8, Deep of Winter Walden, 1968

gelesterre:

Jonas Mekas
Frame No.8, Deep of Winter
Walden, 1968

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