not a pretty picture. not a good. not a bad. picture. but an argument.

Sunday, February 15, 2015

Friday, February 13, 2015

there is holiness


"I am called
By a sound and a colour which are more and more perfect."

from "Winter" by Czeslaw Milosz

Thursday, February 12, 2015

Wednesday, February 11, 2015

Monday, February 9, 2015

the angel handed me a book


The Angel Handed Me a Book by Paul Valéry (translated by Carolyn Forché)

Placing a book in my hands, the angel said, “It holds all you would wish to know.” And he vanished.
    So I opened the book, which wasn’t thick.
    It was written in an unknown alphabet.
    Scholars translated it, but produced very different versions.
    They disagreed even about their own readings, agreeing neither upon the tops or bottoms of them, nor the beginnings, nor the ends.
    Toward the close of this vision, it seemed to me that the book
melted, until it could no longer be told apart from the world that surrounds us.