February 2012
78 posts
“There is no stability in this world. Who is to say what meaning there is in...”
– Virginia Woolf - The Waves.
(via fuckyeahvirginiawoolf)
“It is the east, and Juliet is the sun,” Romeo tells Juliet, for Juliet and the sun are equally dazzling to him, they are alike in that both are a dazzling light. Omoioma, atos: Plato uses those words in Phaedrus, and he posits that the amorous soul notices an omoioma, an imitation of celestial things in the things of this world that resemble them …
Julia Kristeva (“Eidos,...
“In the thickets of language every creature is wild.”
– Ivan Vladislavić’s “Dictionary Birds”, The Loss Library and Other Unfinished Stories.
(towirr)
I’m finding myself more willing these days to look beyond my superstitions.
I no longer always cut my nails on the new moon.
And I can’t stand thinking or hearing about the predetermination of astrology.
But I haven’t renounced my faith in chance and fate …
Not predestined fate, but the inevitability of rightness.
New Orleans: February 27, 2012
P.S. This is an...
She says people ought to learn to live like them, with the body abandoned in a wilderness, and in the mind the memory of a single kiss, a single word, a single look to stand for a whole love.
Marguerite Duras (Blues Eyes, Black Hair, tr. Barbara Bray)
Phaedrus is curious about cicadas so Sokrates goes on to supply some traditional lore:
Once upon a time, the story goes, cicadas were human beings, before the birth of the Muses. When the Muses were born and song came into being, some of these creatures were so struck by the pleasure of it that they sang and sang, forgot to eat and drink, and died before they knew it. From them the race of...
“But hurry, let’s entwine ourselves as one,
our mouth broken, our soul bitten...”
– Federico García Lorca, Sonnet of the Garland of Roses, trans. by Scott Tucker (via ontheedgeofdarkness)
The Transcendentalist
oscillationevocation:
Tone rows holding boxes of ghost charms. The theremin cantor and her effortless fingers. Gold threads spun from concussive waves, slight and strong. Her Throat. Passerine gestures alight, dance. Vibrato filigree Sustaining Releasing – And The Moon shining on’t.
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Martin.
Among a hundred brothers.
The desert is something.
The edge of the Arabian desert.
With shattered, shattered, shattering.
All visions shattered.
The whites.
My head.
The whites should.
They should be damned. He should.
She moved her mouth again as if she wanted to say something to him, at last say to him what she had never been able to say. She didn’t want to hold back...
Happy Mardi Gras!
Divinely Superfluous Beauty
The storm-dances of gulls, the barking game of seals,
Over and under the ocean …
Divinely superfluous beauty
Rules the games, presides over destinies, makes trees grow
And hills tower, waves fall.
The incredible beauty of joy
Stars with fire the joining of lips, O let our loves too
Be joined, there is not a maiden
Burns and thirsts for love
More than my blood for you, by the shore...
Wires
Des Herzen Woge schäumte nicht so schön empor, und würde Geist, wenn nicht der alte stumme Fels, das Schicksal, ihr entgegenstände.
1.
In a row of singing pillars,
Supporting the Empyrean,
I send to you my share
Of the dale dust.
Along the alley
of sighs—with a wire to a pole—
A telegraphic: I lo—o—ve…
I plead… (a printed blank
Won’t fit...
Trees
1.
Having lost faith in mortals,
I do not strive to be captivated.
Into the heather of elders,
Into slippery-silver dryness,
—Let trumpeters trumpet
Glory to my shadow!
Into the heather-losses,
Into heather-dry streams.
The heather of Elders!
A bare stone outcrop!
Attesting to
The sameness of our orphanhood,
Having taken down and torn off
The last scraps of...
I remember
When I was a star
In the night
A moving, burning ember
Amid the bright
Cloud of star fire
Going deathward
To the womb.
John Whiteside (Jack) Parsons (“untitled,” from Strange Angel: The Otherwordly Life of Rocket Scientist John Whiteside Parsons by George Pendle)