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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)
Thursday, 12 September 2013
fifty seven
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
fifty two
in die Gruft, alle meine Plagen nehm ich mit *
* Anon
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