Christ Has No Body

Teresa of Avila (1515–1582)

Christ has no body but yours,
No hands, no feet on earth but yours,
Yours are the eyes with which he looks
Compassion on this world,
Yours are the feet with which he walks to do good,
Yours are the hands, with which he blesses all the world.
Yours are the hands, yours are the feet,
Yours are the eyes, you are his body.
Christ has no body now but yours,
No hands, no feet on earth but yours,
Yours are the eyes with which he looks
compassion on this world.
Christ has no body now on earth but yours. 

卜算子 • 我住长江头

卜算子   
       – 李之仪 (北宋)

我住长江头，
君住长江尾。
日日思君不见君，
共饮长江水。

此水几时休，
此恨几时已。
只愿君心似我心，
定不负相思意。
 
Song of Divination 
       – Li Zhiyi (11th century)

I live upstream and you downstream.
From night to night of you I dream.
Unlike the stream you're not in view,
Though we both drink from River Blue.

Where will the water no more flow?
When will my grief no longer grow?
I wish your heart would be like mine,
Then not in vain for you I pine.

The Snow Man

One must have a mind of winter
To regard the frost and the boughs
Of the pine-trees crusted with snow;

And have been cold a long time
To behold the junipers shagged with ice,
The spruces rough in the distant glitter

Of the January sun; and not to think 
Of any misery in the sound of the wind,
In the sound of a few leaves,

Which is the sound of the land
Full of the same wind
That is blowing in the same bare place
For the listener, who listens in the snow,
And, nothing himself, beholds
Nothing that is not there and the nothing that is. 

~ Wallace Stevens

Misc. Artists

Jean-Michel Basquiat

Constantin Brâncuși

Tamara de Lempicka

Gustave Moreau

Wu Guanzhong

Käthe Kollwitz

Brassaï

Cecilia Bartoli

Emil Nolde

Winslow Homer

James Turrell

John Boydell

Dale Chihuly

Inna Tsukakhina 

Amrita Sher-Gil

William Kentridge

Chris Landreth

Franz Kline   Robert Motherwell

Vienna Künstlerhaus | Vienna Secession

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vienna_Secession

Gustav Klimt

The Kiss

Josef Hoffmann

Sitzmaschine Armchair in black color

Koloman Moser

Jugendstil owls

Max Kurzweil

Child in Straw Hat

Albrecht Dürer

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Albrecht_D%C3%BCrer

 

Melencolia I

 

Knight, Death, and the Devil

 

Praying Hands

Young Hare

Owl

So you want to be a writer? — Charles Bukowski

if it doesn't come bursting out of you 
in spite of everything, 
don't do it. 
unless it comes unasked out of your 
heart and your mind and your mouth 
and your gut, 
don't do it. 
if you have to sit for hours 
staring at your computer screen 
or hunched over your typewriter 
searching for words, 
don't do it. 
if you're doing it for money or fame, 
don't do it. 
if you're doing it because you want 
women in your bed, 
don't do it. 
if you have to sit there and 
rewrite it again and again, 
don't do it. 
if it's hard work just thinking about doing it, 
don't do it. 
if you're trying to write like somebody else, 
forget about it. 

if you have to wait for it to roar out of you, 
then wait patiently. 
if it never does roar out of you, 
do something else. 

if you first have to read it to your wife 
or your girlfriend or your boyfriend 
or your parents or to anybody at all, 
you're not ready. 

don't be like so many writers, 
don't be like so many thousands of 
people who call themselves writers, 
don't be dull and boring and 
pretentious, don't be consumed with self- love. 
the libraries of the world have 
yawned themselves to sleep 
over your kind. 
don't add to that. 
don't do it. 
unless it comes out of 
your soul like a rocket, 
unless being still would 
drive you to madness or 
suicide or murder, 
don't do it. 
unless the sun inside you is 
burning your gut, 
don't do it. 

when it is truly time, 
and if you have been chosen, 
it will do it by itself and it will keep on doing it 
until you die or it dies in you. 

there is no other way. 
and there never was.