not a pretty picture. not a good. not a bad. picture. but an argument.
Saturday, November 29, 2014
Saturday, November 15, 2014
the maddening endeavor of body and mind
Labels: the language of birds
Monday, November 10, 2014
the tender pillar of fire
"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
because one must begin and one must end
one must get a grasp on the situation
Thursday, November 6, 2014
one must reorganize one's self
if direction is an illusion
forgive me, i don't know if i wake or dream
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
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