February 2012
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Where are you going? Ghosted with dust. From where have you come?
The dull...
– Forrest Gander, “A Clearing”
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“and moving toward you, la muerte, my amor—
not even lost in death, memoria, and feeling some reply, alma, memory and ash, ash burning still, still and moving toward you, dust and dust, ash”
—John Mattias, from “After Quevedo (In Memory of Octavio Paz)”
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Other than obligation, what keeps us on this earth?
– Alain Borer, from “Sleep Log” tr. Mark Irwin and the author
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One doesn’t report great things from grand
events, the one suffering from...
– Alain Borer, from “Sleep Log” tr. Mark Irwin and the author
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black mountain
blocks the earth’s light.
Time—time—time
to...
– Marina Tsvetaeva, from Poems to Czechoslovakia tr. Ilya Kaminsky and Jean Valentine
I have spent all my life resisting the desire to end it.
– Franz Kafka, from Dearest Father: Stories and Other Writings tr. Ernst Kaiser and Eithne Wilkins
He feels more deserted with a second person than when alone. If he is together...
– Franz Kafka, from Diaries 1914-1923 tr. Martin Greenberg
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Undoubtedly, no single nation can change the law of the sea.
– Mr. Justice Strong, speaking in The Paquete Habana case
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A sky faded from too much light, hangs very far above, unreachable. From it, the...
– Sharmistha Mohanty, from “Yellow Light”
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It makes sense. The sun rises
without guarantee. There is no promise
in sleep...
– Andrew Kozma, from “In What Mode Faith Should Be Kept By Princes”
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But you are still restless, where, there is no peace, none—
Fire does not...
– Joy Goswami, from “Narrator” tr. Skye Lavin and the author
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In the evening sadness comes and stands by the door, his face
Is hidden, from...
– Joy Goswami, from “In the evening sadness comes…” tr. Skye Lavin and the author
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I knew nothing about water, land, and sky before this noon
I do not sleep, I do...
– Joy Goswami, from “This One Noon” tr. Skye Lavin and the author
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pantslessprogressive:
ABC’s Jake Tapper to White House Press Secretary: “You want aggressive journalism abroad; you just don’t want it in the United States.”
TAPPER: The White House keeps praising these journalists who are — who’ve been killed –
CARNEY: I don’t know about “keep” — I think -
TAPPER: You’ve done it, Vice President Biden did it in a statement. How does that square with the fact...
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You can no longer quiet me with the redness
Of little leaves opening stickily....
– (via ahuntersheart)
The phoebe sits on her nest
Hour after hour,
Day after day,
Waiting for life...
– May Sarton
Thank you Aesthetics of the Invisible World and Wait - what? (via silencesounds)
timeimmemorial:
I do not feel like writing what I have written here, and I do not feel like erasing it either.
- Soren Kierkegaard’s Journals and Papers, Part 1: Autobiographical, 1829—1848. Soren Kierkegaard, Howard Vincent Hong, Edna Hatlestad Hong; p 106
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When all animals have died
even the ones in books
grow frightened, their eyes...
– Daniel Bourne, “The Last Bestiary”
Ignorance will carry me through the last days,
the blistering cities, over...
– D. Nurkse, Psalm to Be Read with Closed Eyes (via astroisgoodforyou)
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Once more an idler, now he smothers
The emptiness that plagues his soul
By...
– Alexander Puskin, from Eugene Onegin tr. James E. Falen
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Inconstancy grew too fatiguing;
And friends and friendship less intriguing;...
– Alexander Pushkin, from Eugene Onegin tr. James E. Falen
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“The Vienna Convention’s articles on treaty interpretation were adopted by unanimous vote and largely reflect preexisting customary international law. Nonetheless, there was extensive discussion at the drafting conference both on the formation of Article 31 and 32 and whether to include them at all. The principal issue to be resolved was whether and to what extent the intentions of the...
The Murder Mile: D. A. Powell, "Abandonment Under... →
airwalker:
D. A. Powell, “Abandonment Under the Walnut Tree”
Something seems to have gnawed that walnut leaf.
You face your wrinkles, daily, in the mirror. But the wrinkles are so slimming, they rather flatter.
Revel in the squat luck of that unhappy tree, who can’t take a mate from among the oaks or gums.
Ah, but if I could I would, the mirror version says, because he speaks...
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mythologyofblue:
I seem to myself, as in a dream, An accidental guest in this dreadful body.
―Anna Akhmatova, The Complete Poems
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This cruelty could be found in their laughter, in what made them happy, in the...
– Colin Turnbull, from The Iks (via)
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That night Miguel had his first experience of insomnia. For him not sleeping was...
– Rodrigo Rey Rosa, from “The Proof” tr. Paul Bowles