February 2012
24 posts
“(“Aely,” I repeated, “Aely, the elsewhere of an unimaginable elsewhere,
...”
– Edmond Jabès, from Aely, in From the Book to the Book: An Edmond Jabès Reader (via touba)
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“She said stones are capable of thought. They had to be:
any object with sound...”
– Rigoberto Gonzalez, Thinking Stones
people are mirrors
i don’t know how to exist without a reflection
if i didn’t exist i might be happy
“Lately, I am capable only of small things.
Is it enough
to feel the heart...”
– Olena Kalytiak Davis, “Postcard” (And Her Soul Out of Nothing, University of Wisconsin Press, 1997)
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the texture of a little girl’s hair after a day of sand castles and tide pools.
a door that is intricately composed of diamond shards and dense iodine gas.
delicate lingerie abandoned in the kitchen sink of a nameless, handsome man.
a calculus assignment dappled with cartoons intended to charm the young teacher, whose nervous laugh is frequent and beautiful.
“Water, bone, bed, bedrock –
whatever is underneath, below what’s below.
Sudden...”
– Don Colburn, There (via grammatolatry)
“Mourn us all in one.
We are all dead.”
– Euripides, Herakles, translated by Anne Carson in Grief Lessons (via proustitute)
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January 2012
132 posts
1 tag
“A myth is a lie breathed through silver.”
– John Estes, The Existence of the World Is a Controversy
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“‘I need a little language such as lovers use, words of one syllable,’ writes...”
– Gretchen Henderson, On Marvellous Things Heard (via invisiblestories)
“In the Middle of the Road
In the middle of the road there was a stone
there...”
– Carlos Drummond de Andrade, translated by Elizabeth Bishop, “In the Middle of the Road” (via words-in-lines)
i want friends who are as sad as i am so that they don’t get mad at me when i cancel our plans or start crying at football games.
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“Sleep is water. I’m an old man surging
upriver on the back of my dream...”
– Jim Harrison, June the Horse
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“Death starts like a dream, full of objects and my sister’s laughter.”
– Anne Sexton
“I go to sleep and wake up
different. You make a lengthy
drive across Iowa to...”
– wendy xu, it’s almost my birthday don’t tell anyone (via grammatolatry)
“You watch a sunset too often,
it just becomes six p.m.
You make the same...”
– Phil Kaye, Repetition (via hush-little-fuckup)