Saturday, November 29, 2014
Saturday, November 15, 2014
Monday, November 10, 2014
"Yesterday evening, after Schubert's final piano sonata had surprisingly come to mind once again,
I simply said to myself: 'That's it.'
It's what inexplicably remains steadfast against the worst storms, against a longing for emptiness; what definitely deserves to be loved:
the tender pillar of fire guiding you even in the desert that seemingly has neither limits, nor an end."
from Philippe Jaccottet's And, Nonetheless: Selected Prose and Poetry 1990-2009 (p. 315)
Friday, November 7, 2014
Thursday, November 6, 2014
Sunday, November 2, 2014
no progress, not the slightest step forward, rather instead some retreating, and nothing but repetitions.
No true thinking. Nothing but moods; ever less coherent changing moods; nothing but bits, scraps of life, apparent thoughts, fragments rescued from a debacle or worsening it. Scattered moments, broken off days, scattered words, because a hand touched a stone colder than cold.
Distant from dawn, indeed.
All the same, this cannot be left unsaid..."
from And, Nonetheless: Selected Prose and Poetry 1990-2009, Philippe Jaccottet p.359