March 2012
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timeimmemorial:
Wie alles Metaphysische ist die Harmonie zwischen Gedanken und Wirklichkeit in der Grammatik der Sprache aufzufinden.
Like everything metaphysical the harmony between thought and reality is to be found in the grammar of the language.
— I: 55., Zettel, Wittgenstein, eds. Anscombe & von Wright.
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“I feel someone is scratching at the windows. I feel I am losing my voice. I wake...”
– Robert Bolaño, from Monsieur Pain, tr. Chris Andrews
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“Movement, I thought. The circle opens at the most unexpected point.”
– Roberto Bolaño, from Monsieur Pain tr. Chris Andrews
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“Each one of us obviously knows extreme states of solitude, where nothing exists...”
– E.M. Cioran on his conception of God (via whyexistence)
“1. Resurrection
The corpses rise and challenge, coaxing me
To rise, and,...”
– Douglas Woodsum, from “Three Answers in Spring”
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She keeps pulling him up
from the bottom of the Red River
in...”
– Ruth Daigon, from “The Moon Inside” (via awritersruminations)
“My brother enlisted
in the winter. I pitched
for the sixth grade Indians
and...”
– Tony Gloeggler, 1969 (via grammatolatry)
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“I think the hoodie is as much responsible for Trayvon Martin’s death as George...”
– Geraldo Rivera. All I’m saying is that I find mustaches suspicious. (via ilyagerner)
I see Catastrophe, slouching in the not-too-distance. It takes a few steps closer, glances up at me, back at its feet.
Hello, I call.
A pause. Hello.
Sometimes, walking, I catch a glimpse of someone I know at this distance. I keep my eyes down until I am close enough to be passing by soon. Then, look up, greet anyhow, continue. I do this with Happiness. I wait until Happiness has almost walked...
Time Immemorial.: I will be good; I will be good.I... →
timeimmemorial:
I will be good; I will be good. I have set my small jaw for the ages and nothing can distract me from solving the appointed emergencies even with my small brain — witness the diameter of my hat band and the depth of the crown of my hat. I will be correct; I know what it is to be a man. I will be correct or bust. I will love but not impose my feelings. I will serve and serve with...
“… it was like we was both back in older times and I was on horseback goin’...”
– Sherrif Ed Tom Bell - No Country For Old Men (via tsabonis)
“Who has never killed an hour? Not casually or without thought, but carefully: a...”
– Mark Z. Danielewski, House of Leaves (via mirroir)
shinjimeown:
The Only Living Boy In New York //...
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“What exactly attracts foreign scholars to the Former East? The reasons are...”
– Agata Pyzik, from “Ostalgia Trips”
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“Praise to you, No-man.
For love of you
we will flower.
Moving
towards you.”
– Paul Celan - Psalm (via hamletmaschine)
To feel oneself to be an item on an agenda. To try to make oneself small so as to fit into the small spaces the other allows. To grow so small through this as to cease having any presence. The absolute destruction of any characteristic, worthy trait, utility, descriptive quality. To deny the self to the self as the other dictates. To be blown away like so much ash. To become a nonself.
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“God knows, all is vanity in this world! Everyone hangs by a thread, at any...”
– Ivan Turgenev, from Fathers and Sons tr. Rosemary Edmonds
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“With the child hood on,
you can’t hear much. Just some sirens
in the...”
– G.C. Waldrep, from “The Child Hood”
In a Parlor Containing a Table
lettersnoteswordsmusic:
In a Parlor Containing a Table
In a parlor containing a table And three chairs, three men confided Their inmost thoughts to one another. I, said the first, am miserable. I am miserable, the second said. I think that for me the right word Is miserable, said the third. Well, they said, it’s quarter to two. Good night. Cheer up. Sleep well. You too. You too. You too.
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“To wake the cistern,
drop a stone and
listen for its splash.
If a dull thud,...”
– Tamiko Beyer, “Where Water Falls off the Horizon”
thenoone:
Erik Satie - Gnossienne No. 1.
I...
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“You pull your bright red thread.
I hear the tiny bird
call out its slim...”
– Tamiko Beyer, from “The Rainy Season”
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“Then
I said Sleep with my childhood voice.
Dreams came, or they
were already...”
– Trey Moody, from “Dear”
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I am walking along a narrow path. A steep precipice on one side, it is a deep bottomless in depth a depth bottomlessly deep Across on the other side are meadows, mountains, houses, people. I am walking and staggering along the precipice. I am in the act of danger of falling down, but I throw myself toward the meadow, the houses, mountains, people. I whirl about in the...
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mythologyofblue:
We are all falling. Here, this hand falls. And see - there goes another. It’s in us all.
-Rilke