af·ter·glow (noun) \ˈaf-tər-ˌglō\ 1: a glow remaining where a light has disappeared 2: a pleasant effect or feeling that lingers after something is done, experienced, or achieved
Showing posts with label memes. Show all posts
Showing posts with label memes. Show all posts
Saturday, October 4, 2014
Monday, September 15, 2014
Romantique
I love this line from French poet, Francois Coppee. It translates to "I'll be the poet, and you'll be poetry". French really is the language of love, eh?
Saturday, September 13, 2014
Murakami on a Sunday Afternoon
Quote from Haruki Murakami's magnum opus, 1Q84. I read this mind-blowing work last winter. Murakami's one of my favorite authors, and I was happy to buy an English translation of his latest, Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage IN Japan this summer, from a bookstore in the Shinjuku district of Tokyo, It was kinda cool to wander around a lot of the neighborhoods and subway stations that appear in his novels, too. Anyway, glad for the Sunday lazing time in order to get caught up on some things, including the blog!
Saturday, May 3, 2014
Saturday, June 15, 2013
On Hiatus
Photo by Gypsy's Ethereal Soul
I adore this photograph--it was totally me as a kid, and it's totally me NOW--I'm glad I haven't lost that wandering, dancing little spirit within. Anyway, I'll be leaving for summer travel soon, so I won't be updating the blog much. I may upload a photo or two from some literary sites I visit (such as Shelley's grave in Rome), and will post a quick note if I get a lit journal acceptance, but other than that, this blog will be pretty quiet until around September. I don't write much while traveling, other than taking notes--that comes after, when I have time for reflection. I never finished all the photo sets I promised, either! Guess September will be a busy time, as usual (but in an entirely different way). Now, time to don my gypsy traveling shoes, and set off into the world again. Have a great summer, everyone.
Peace and Love,
Lauren
Thursday, May 30, 2013
A Favorite Line
I love this line, from T.S. Eliot's "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock", one of my all-time favorite poems. I just covered it recently with my senior class. Not sure where this awesome photo came from, or I'd credit it.
Friday, May 4, 2012
Monday, September 26, 2011
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