Sunday, 22 September 2013

fifty eight

Came, came. 
Came a word, came, came through the night, wanted to shine, wanted to shine. 

Ash. Ash, ash.

Night.
Night-and-night.*















* Paul Celan (23 November 1920 - 20 April 1970)

Wednesday, 4 September 2013

fifty six


Polonius: What do you read, my lord?
Hamlet: Words, words, words. *
















* William Shakespeare (23 April 1564 to 23 April 1616)

Saturday, 24 August 2013

fifty five

We (the indivisible divinity that works in us) have dreamed the world. 
We have dreamed it resistant, mysterious, visible, ubiquitous in space and firm in time, 
but we have allowed slight, and eternal, bits of the irrational to form part of its architecture 
so as to know that it is false.*


















*  Jorge Francisco Isidoro Luis Borges (24 August 1899 to 14 June 1986) 

Sunday, 18 August 2013

fifty four


I have a lot of work to do today; 
I need to slaughter memory, 
Turn my living soul to stone 
Then teach myself to live again *














*  Anna Akhmatova (23 June 1889 to 5 March 1966)


Sunday, 11 August 2013

fifty three

There are moments, you reach moments, when all of a sudden time stops and becomes eternal.  *













 * Fyodor Mikhailovich Dostoyevsky  (11 November 1821 to 9 February 1881)

Sunday, 4 August 2013