Rain or Rhyme

There's Thoughts Everywhere...

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book-aesthete:

The Sun Also Rises Ernest Hemingway. New York: Charles Scribner’s Sons, 1926.
First edition, first printing, with “stoppped” on page 181, black cloth, lacking dust jacket, 8vo, (bumped, light chipping and shelf wear, front endpaper spotted, overall toning, spine darkening).
________________“‘Listen, Robert, going to another country doesn’t make any difference. I’ve tried all that. You can’t get away from yourself by moving from one place to another. There’s nothing to that.’” - Chapter 2, The Sun Also Rises, Ernest Hemingway

book-aesthete:

The Sun Also Rises
Ernest Hemingway. New York: Charles Scribner’s Sons, 1926.

First edition, first printing, with “stoppped” on page 181, black cloth, lacking dust jacket, 8vo, (bumped, light chipping and shelf wear, front endpaper spotted, overall toning, spine darkening).

________________
“‘Listen, Robert, going to another country doesn’t make any difference. I’ve tried all that. You can’t get away from yourself by moving from one place to another. There’s nothing to that.’”
- Chapter 2, The Sun Also Rises, Ernest Hemingway

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If this picture was a poem
I’d be slipping under it
and everything else pushing me
would just become a cliche
about how much the water weighs
in comparison to my burdens.
Gravity’s got nothing on me.
At least I know I can kick, 
kick
free.  
My land-legs are another story. 

If this picture was a poem

I’d be slipping under it

and everything else pushing me

would just become a cliche

about how much the water weighs

in comparison to my burdens.

Gravity’s got nothing on me.

At least I know I can kick, 

kick

free.  

My land-legs are another story. 

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You must live in the present, launch yourself on every wave, find your eternity in each moment. Fools stand on their island of opportunities and look toward another land. There is no other land; there is no other life but this.
Henry David Thoreau (via decrepito)