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<rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" version="2.0"><channel><atom:link rel="hub" href="http://tumblr.superfeedr.com/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"/><description>Why should we honour those that die upon the field of battle? A man may show as reckless a courage in entering into the abyss of himself.

W.B. Yeats</description><title>Some thoughts.</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @chloezivkovic)</generator><link>http://chloezivkovic.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>“Forgetfulness heals everything and song is the most beautiful manner of forgetting, for in song man...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;“Forgetfulness heals everything and song is the most beautiful manner of forgetting, for in song man feels only what he loves.” &lt;br/&gt;― &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/2147.Ivo_Andri_"&gt;Ivo Andrić&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/work/quotes/6989"&gt;The Bridge on the Drina&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://chloezivkovic.tumblr.com/post/10420387059</link><guid>http://chloezivkovic.tumblr.com/post/10420387059</guid><pubDate>Mon, 19 Sep 2011 19:27:39 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Belgrade. 2011</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lrsm46SNL71qzdxnto1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Belgrade. 2011&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://chloezivkovic.tumblr.com/post/10420005695</link><guid>http://chloezivkovic.tumblr.com/post/10420005695</guid><pubDate>Mon, 19 Sep 2011 19:19:18 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>new york. 2010</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lrslv2OvMq1qzdxnto1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;new york. 2010&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://chloezivkovic.tumblr.com/post/10419751837</link><guid>http://chloezivkovic.tumblr.com/post/10419751837</guid><pubDate>Mon, 19 Sep 2011 19:13:50 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>mother</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lrslrq8qnT1qzdxnto1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;mother&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://chloezivkovic.tumblr.com/post/10419659029</link><guid>http://chloezivkovic.tumblr.com/post/10419659029</guid><pubDate>Mon, 19 Sep 2011 19:11:50 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lcef5xNh5R1qzdxnto1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://chloezivkovic.tumblr.com/post/1670511174</link><guid>http://chloezivkovic.tumblr.com/post/1670511174</guid><pubDate>Wed, 24 Nov 2010 11:58:44 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>"The Next Time

Perfection is out of the question for people like us,
so why plug away at the same..."</title><description>“&lt;p&gt;The Next Time&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Perfection is out of the question for people like us,&lt;br/&gt;
so why plug away at the same old self when the landscape&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;has opened its arms and given us marvelous shrines&lt;br/&gt;
to flock towards? The great motels to the west are waiting,&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;in somebody’s yard a pristine dog is hoping that we’ll drive by,&lt;br/&gt;
and on the rubber surface of a lake people bobbing up and down&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;will wave. The highway comes right to the door, so let’s&lt;br/&gt;
take off before the world out there burns up. Life should be more&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;than the body’s weight working itself from room to room.&lt;br/&gt;
A turn through the forest will do us good, so will a spin&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;among the farms. Just think of the chickens strutting,&lt;br/&gt;
the cows swinging their udders, and flicking their tails at flies.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;And one can imagine prisms of summer light breaking against&lt;br/&gt;
the silent, haze-filled sleep of the farmer and his wife.&lt;/p&gt;”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Mark Strand&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://chloezivkovic.tumblr.com/post/878145828</link><guid>http://chloezivkovic.tumblr.com/post/878145828</guid><pubDate>Fri, 30 Jul 2010 00:12:16 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>"Most people think everybody feels about them much more violently than they actually do - they think..."</title><description>““Most people think everybody feels about them much more violently than they actually do - they think other people’s opinions of them swing through great arcs of approval and dissaproval.””&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt; F. Scott Fitzgerald, “Tender is the Night”&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://chloezivkovic.tumblr.com/post/878129415</link><guid>http://chloezivkovic.tumblr.com/post/878129415</guid><pubDate>Fri, 30 Jul 2010 00:08:02 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>"The anxiety of loving Chloe was in part the anxiety of being in a position where the cause of my..."</title><description>““The anxiety of loving Chloe was in part the anxiety of being in a position where the cause of my happiness might so easily vanish, where she might suddenly lose interest, die, or marry another. At the height of love, there appeared a temptation to end the relationship prematurely, so that either Chloe or I could play at being the executioner, rather than see the other partner, or habit, or familiarity end things. We were sometimes seized by an urge (manifested in our arguments about nothing) to kill our love affair before it had reached its natural end, a murder committed not out of hatred, but out of an excess of love - or rather, out of the fear that an excess of love may bring. Lovers may kill their own love story only because they are unable to tolerate the uncertainty, the sheer risk, that their experiment in happiness has delivered.””&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;“Essays in Love” by Alain de Botton.  (via good friend Sangwon)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://chloezivkovic.tumblr.com/post/878122065</link><guid>http://chloezivkovic.tumblr.com/post/878122065</guid><pubDate>Fri, 30 Jul 2010 00:06:05 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>David Foster Wallace</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="words"&gt;&amp;#8220;Many of the most important impressions and thoughts in a person’s life are ones that flash through your head so fast that fast isn’t even the right word, they seem totally different from or outside of the regular sequential clock time we all live by, and they have so little relation to the sort of linear, one-word-after-another English we all communicate with each other with that it could easily take a whole lifetime just to spell out the contents of one split-second’s flash of thoughts and connections - and yet we all seem to go around trying to use English (or whatever language our native country happens to use, it goes without saying) to try to convey to other people what we’re thinking and to find out what they’re thinking, when in fact deep down everybody knows it’s a charade and they’re just going through the motions. What goes on inside is just too fast and huge and all interconnected for words to do more than barely sketch the outlines of at most one tiny part of it at any given instant.&amp;#8221;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://chloezivkovic.tumblr.com/post/878102174</link><guid>http://chloezivkovic.tumblr.com/post/878102174</guid><pubDate>Fri, 30 Jul 2010 00:00:47 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Crna Gora</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l6abm85uWP1qzdxnto1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Crna Gora&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://chloezivkovic.tumblr.com/post/872052275</link><guid>http://chloezivkovic.tumblr.com/post/872052275</guid><pubDate>Wed, 28 Jul 2010 16:30:08 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Crna Gora.</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l6abasnGGm1qzdxnto1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Crna Gora.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://chloezivkovic.tumblr.com/post/872028124</link><guid>http://chloezivkovic.tumblr.com/post/872028124</guid><pubDate>Wed, 28 Jul 2010 16:23:15 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Serbija</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l6ab5m7udW1qzdxnto1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Serbija&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://chloezivkovic.tumblr.com/post/872016621</link><guid>http://chloezivkovic.tumblr.com/post/872016621</guid><pubDate>Wed, 28 Jul 2010 16:20:10 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Beograd. 2008</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l6ab2xyOYN1qzdxnto1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Beograd. 2008&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://chloezivkovic.tumblr.com/post/872011803</link><guid>http://chloezivkovic.tumblr.com/post/872011803</guid><pubDate>Wed, 28 Jul 2010 16:18:33 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>"Science-scientif reasoning- seems to me an instrument that will lag far, far behind.  For look her;..."</title><description>“&lt;p&gt;Science-scientif reasoning- seems to me an instrument that will lag far, far behind.  For look her; the earth has been thought to be flat.  It wasa true, so it still is today, for instance between Paris and Asnieres.  Which, however, does not prevent science from proving that the earth is principally round.  Which no one contradicts nowadays.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;But notwithstanding this they persist nowadays in believeing that “life is flat” and runs from birth to death.  However, life too is probably round, and very superior in expanse and capacity to the hemispher we know at present.  &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Futrue generations wil probably enlighten us on this so very interesting subject; and then maybe Science itself will arrive- willy-nilly- at conclusions more or less parallel to the sayings of Christ with the reference to the other half of our existence…..&lt;/p&gt;”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vincent Van Gogh.  Letter to Emilie Bernard.  June 1888&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://chloezivkovic.tumblr.com/post/868343317</link><guid>http://chloezivkovic.tumblr.com/post/868343317</guid><pubDate>Tue, 27 Jul 2010 20:52:12 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>love. new york city. 2009</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l60s3qNp2E1qzdxnto1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;love. new york city. 2009&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://chloezivkovic.tumblr.com/post/850162891</link><guid>http://chloezivkovic.tumblr.com/post/850162891</guid><pubDate>Fri, 23 Jul 2010 12:50:14 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Old Friends.  Central Park. 2006.</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l60rvjGegx1qzdxnto1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Old Friends.  Central Park. 2006.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://chloezivkovic.tumblr.com/post/850146945</link><guid>http://chloezivkovic.tumblr.com/post/850146945</guid><pubDate>Fri, 23 Jul 2010 12:45:19 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>New York City.</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l60rtaY8V11qzdxnto1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;New York City.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://chloezivkovic.tumblr.com/post/850142485</link><guid>http://chloezivkovic.tumblr.com/post/850142485</guid><pubDate>Fri, 23 Jul 2010 12:43:58 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>House in Serbia. 2008</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l60ri10nag1qzdxnto1_r1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;House in Serbia. 2008&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://chloezivkovic.tumblr.com/post/850120553</link><guid>http://chloezivkovic.tumblr.com/post/850120553</guid><pubDate>Fri, 23 Jul 2010 12:37:00 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l60rbtnZ4t1qzdxnto1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://chloezivkovic.tumblr.com/post/850108403</link><guid>http://chloezivkovic.tumblr.com/post/850108403</guid><pubDate>Fri, 23 Jul 2010 12:33:29 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>"From Archaeology
one moral, at least, may be drawn,
to wit, that all

our school text-books..."</title><description>“&lt;p&gt;From Archaeology&lt;br/&gt;
one moral, at least, may be drawn,&lt;br/&gt;
to wit, that all&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;our school text-books lie.&lt;br/&gt;
What they call History&lt;br/&gt;
is nothing to vaunt of,&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;being made, as it is,&lt;br/&gt;
by the criminal in us:&lt;br/&gt;
goodness is timeless.&lt;/p&gt;”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Auden&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://chloezivkovic.tumblr.com/post/828824696</link><guid>http://chloezivkovic.tumblr.com/post/828824696</guid><pubDate>Sun, 18 Jul 2010 15:47:11 -0400</pubDate></item></channel></rss>
