LEOPOLD et BONAPARTE

The two men of my life, and the poetry, politics, music, and infinite glasses of wine we've shared

We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for.

To quote from Whitman, “O me! O life!… of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless… of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life?”

Answer. That you are here - that life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. That the powerful play *goes on* and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be?

Don’t be dismayed at goodbyes. A farewell is necessary before you can meet again. And meeting again, after moments or lifetimes, is certain for those who are friends.- Richard Bach
Another 13 gone by little prince. I love you.- P.L.

Don’t be dismayed at goodbyes. A farewell is necessary before you can meet again. And meeting again, after moments or lifetimes, is certain for those who are friends.

- Richard Bach

Another 13 gone by little prince. I love you.
- P.L.

(Source: tady, via an-itinerant-poet)

Most of our childhood is stored not in photos, but in certain biscuits, lights of day, smells, textures of carpet.
— Alain de Botton 
Most of our childhood is stored not in photos, but in certain biscuits, lights of day, smells, textures of carpet.
— Alain de Botton
 

(via thequeenbs)

Joseph

—Cloudline

Take me to your water and lay me on your shore,
I want to come in deeper but the water is so cold.

Show me the high dive, so high up in the sky.
I’ll jump up, I’ll take flight - fall through the cloudline.

I sailed out on the water and I can’t see the shore.

What I see is wider than it was ever was before.

Show me the high dive, so high up in the sky
I’ll jump up, I’ll take flight - fall through the cloudline.

Baci was created by Luisa Spagnoli, co-founder of Perugina in 1922. Inspired by pure passion, she set out to create a unique confection as grand as her deep feelings of love for a special someone. Legend says that Luisa would lovingly wrap secret love messages around the Baci she created for her lover.

Nearly 100 years later, the original recipe remains unchanged, and each Baci remains ensconced in a love note.

Be brave. Even if you are not, pretend to be. No one can tell the difference.

Le champagne est le seul vin qui laisse la femme belle après boire.- Mme. de Pompadour

Le champagne est le seul vin qui laisse la femme belle après boire.
Mme. de Pompadour

(Source: yourlovelifeworld, via passionia)

After inspiring so many children through his work with animation and helping adults reconnect with their youthful curiosity through his metal sculptures and shadowboxes, David Kracov has recently created a line of artwork to literally save the lives of children in critical need.  This line has already raised thousands of dollars for Chabad’s Children of Chernobyl—the only organization in the world that permanently evacuates and treats sick children from the Chernobyl region.  To date, with the help of David, CCOC has saved the lives of over 2,600 children.

The last, the very last,
So richly, brightly, dazzlingly yellow.
Perhaps if the sun’s tears would sing
against a white stone…

Such, such a yellow
Is carried lightly ‘way up high.
It went away I’m sure because it wished
to kiss the world goodbye.

For seven weeks I’ve lived in here,
Penned up inside this ghetto
But I have found my people here.
The dandelions call to me
And the white chestnut candles in the court.
Only I never saw another butterfly.

That butterfly was the last one.
Butterflies don’t live in here,
In the ghetto.

- Pavel Friedmann

Poetry is the synthesis of hyacinths and biscuits.

Carl Sandburg