inversion

blue leaf, originally uploaded by McBeth.

I am a dreamer of words, of written words. I think I am reading; a word stops me. I leave the page. The syllables of the word begin to move around. Stressed accents begin to invert. The word abandons its meaning like an overload which is too heavy and prevents dreaming. Then words take on other meanings as if they had the right to be young. And the words wander away, looking in the nooks and crannies of vocabulary for new company, bad company.

-- Gaston Bachelard

womanly

once a month, originally uploaded by McBeth.

She had a womanly instinct that clothes possess an influence more powerful over many than the worth of character or the magic of manners.

-- Louisa May Alcott

flying solo

resting, originally uploaded by McBeth.

Solitude would be ideal if you could pick the people to avoid.

-- Karl Kraus