intoxicatedspirit:

Amjad Ali Khan - Bengali Folk Song (Evening Raga, 2003)

Live at The Stadtgarten Club, Cologne, Germany, 2001. 

  • Amjad Ali Khan - Sarod
  • Tanmoy Bose - Tabla

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rosettes:

The Paris Library floods, 1910
1910 Great Flood of Paris:
The 1910 Great Flood of Paris was a catastrophe in which the Seine River, carrying winter rains from its tributaries, flooded Paris, France, and several nearby communities. [read more]
Photo: Historical Library of Paris

rosettes:

The Paris Library floods, 1910

1910 Great Flood of Paris:

The 1910 Great Flood of Paris was a catastrophe in which the Seine River, carrying winter rains from its tributaries, flooded Paris, France, and several nearby communities. [read more]

Photo: Historical Library of Paris

(Source: cruello, via swinton)

For every poet it is always morning in the world. History a forgotten insomniac night. History and elemental awe are always our early beginning, because the fate of poetry is to fall in love with the world, in spite of History.

Derek Walcott
from Antilles: Fragments of Epic Memory (via benhell)

theparisreview:

workspaces:

Ernest Hemingway’s standing desk:

A working habit he has had from the beginning, Hemingway stands when he writes. He stands in a pair of his oversized loafers on the worn skin of a lesser kudu — the typewriter and the reading board chest-high opposite him.
- Paris Review, 1958

via kottke

Some old habits never die.

theparisreview:

workspaces:

Ernest Hemingway’s standing desk:

A working habit he has had from the beginning, Hemingway stands when he writes. He stands in a pair of his oversized loafers on the worn skin of a lesser kudu — the typewriter and the reading board chest-high opposite him.

- Paris Review, 1958

via kottke

Some old habits never die.

These are pretty awesome talks about writing in general, with Rod Serling the creator of Twilight Zone.

maximilianfuckhype:

Fuck shit up Hemi

maximilianfuckhype:

Fuck shit up Hemi

I love sleep. My life has the tendency to fall apart when I’m awake, you know?

Ernest Hemingway (via lillustree)

You expected to be sad in the fall. Part of you died each year when the leaves fell from the trees and their branches were bare against the wind and the cold, wintery light. But you knew there would always be the spring, as you knew the river would flow again after it was frozen.

Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast (via tenderskin)

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