When I heard the learn’d astronomer;
When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me;
When I was shown the charts and the diagrams, to add, divide, and measure them;
When I, sitting, heard the astronomer, where he lectured with much applause in the lecture-room,
How soon, unaccountable, I became tired and sick;
Till rising and gliding out, I wander’d off by myself,
In the mystical moist night-air, and from time to time,
Look’d up in perfect silence at the stars.
[image from Leaves of Grass, 1900, via the Brooklyn Museum Archives]
monkey riding pig (really fast)
"It took me twenty years study and practice to work up to what I wanted to play in this performance. How can she expect to listen five minutes and understand it?" Miles Davis, when one of the audience complained that she did not understand what he was playing
|—||Pema Chodron (via purplebuddhaproject)|
She doesn’t sleep. Darkness pulls her body slowly into itself. Her spirit wake beside her: looking as darkness give her lesson about death.