Category Archives: INTROSPECTION

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“Once upon a time, there was a boy. He lived in a village that no longer exists, in a house that no longer exists, on the edge of a field that no longer exists, where everything was discovered, and everything was possible. A stick could be a sword, a pebble could be a diamond, a tree, a castle. Once upon a time, there was a boy who lived in a house across the field, from a girl who no longer exists. They made up a thousand games. She was queen and he was king. In the autumn light her hair shone like a crown. They collected the world in small handfuls, and when the sky grew dark, and they parted with leaves in their hair.

Once upon a time there was a boy who loved a girl, and her laughter was a question he wanted to spend his whole life answering.” 

― Nicole KraussThe History of Love

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Big doesn’t necessarily mean better. Sunflowers aren’t better than violets. ~ Edna Ferber

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The more presence, the more apart. And the more lives circling
Falling, I gathered such presence that I fused to Star, beyond all
fission –
We face our leaves and ever-successive genitals toward you.
Presence is why we love what we cannot eat or mate with –
We are fed from attachment and you, our futures draw weight
from both, and droop.
All of my detached life lives on death or sexual casings –
The studded array of our worship struggles in the noon not to
lose you.
I pumped water to erect its turning, weighted its combs with
floury oil –
You are more intense than God, and fiercely dopey, and we
adore you.
Presence matches our speed; thus it seems not flow but all
arrivals –
We love your overbalance, your plunge into uttemess – but what
is presence?

Les Murray,




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A girl should be two things: who and what she wants. Coco Chanel.

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When you meet a man who is broken, pick him up and carry him. When you meet a woman who’s broken, put her all into your arms. Cause we don’t know where we come from … we don’t know where we are. ”

― Laurie Anderson

A secret is a kind of promise…. It can also be a prison. JENNIFER LEE CARRELL, Interred With Their Bones


And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter— they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long.”

Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

Happiness is when what you think, what you say, and what you do are in harmony. :

Mahatma Gandhi



My Sitting Down Place

My Sitting Down Place by Gail Kay, Proserpine, QLD

I go down to the creek

Where the water gurgles


As it hurries along

Over the shining sand and pebbles

To its destiny

With the sea.

Dappled sunlight

Flits and moves

Across the water, over the creek bank,

And the birds sing happily

To the accompaniment

Of insects and crickets.

I sit in silence as I soak it all into my soul.

Peace flows

From the water

To my heart.

Whatever life brings me I now can face

Because of this,

My sitting down place!

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Why do we love the sea? It is because it has some potent power to make us think things we like to think.


Robert Henri


“in the true mad north of introspection,
where ‘falcons of the inner eye’
dive and die, glimpsing in their
dying fall, all life’s memory of existence.”

Lawrence Ferlinghetti, A Coney Island of the Mind