February 2012
45 posts
George Oppen - Leviathan →
Truth also is the pursuit of it: Like happiness, and it will not stand. Even the verse begins to eat away In the acid. Pursuit, pursuit; A wind moves a little, Moving in a circle, very cold. How shall we say? In ordinary discourse— We must talk now. I am no longer sure of the words, The clockwork of the world. What is inexplicable Is the ‘preponderance of objects.’ The sky lights Daily with that...
“Sundays too my father got up early
and put his clothes on in the blueblack...”
– Robert Hayden, Those Winter Sundays
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“It was as if that great rush of anger had washed me clean, emptied me of hope,...”
– Albert Camus, The Stranger (1942)
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“Despite the underlying suppressed disappointment of each day, something in me...”
– Theophile Gautier Mademoiselle de Maupin
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“I told her how until that moment I had not understood that this story was a...”
– The Shadow of the Wind, Carlos Ruiz Zafón (via clavicola)
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“I don’t know when we’ll see each other again or what the world will be like when...”
– Arthur Golden (via misswallflower)
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Maxence Cyrin - Where Is My Mind
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“In April earth is white and rose
Like youth and love, now tendering
Her...”
– Theophile Gautier, Song
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Piano Concerto No. 23, K. 488 by W.A. Mozart — II....
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“How do I know that loving life is not a delusion? How do I know that in hating...”
– Chuang-tzu (via earlyfrost)
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“a splinter of my imagination
sometimes flares up from a word
and...”
– Halina Poswiatowska
January 2012
31 posts
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“Let me hear the wind paging through the trees
and see the stars flaring out,...”
– Edward Hirsch, from “I Was Never Able to Pray”
