"My reaction was a lot like what we feel from attempts to paint unreality in a pleasant way."
— Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood
October 17, 2011
October 17, 2011
"This luminosity does not negate reason or any rational sense. It simply exists. I am not ‘right,’ rather I had an internal experience, a state of awareness. A kind of poetic sensibility open to the world, to everything—grand and small."
— Anna Kamienska, from The Notebook: 1965-72 in Astonishments, trans. Curzon and Drabik (via proustitute)
October 16, 2011
"Carried by light,
images remain
while sensation
is so evanescent
as to be always beyond
belief."
images remain
while sensation
is so evanescent
as to be always beyond
belief."
— Rae Armantrout, from “Outer”
October 15, 2011
"And even sadness was the privilege of the rich, of those who could afford it, of those who had nothing better to do. Sadness was a luxury."
— Clarice Lispector, The Hour of the Star
October 9, 2011
"I like it when they walk holding hands
old or young
and you don’t know or need to know
who is leading"
old or young
and you don’t know or need to know
who is leading"
— Julia Hartwig, from “Give Me Your Hand, Darling…”
September 30, 2011
"Memory has its own screen across the room to view itself, and the continuous dwelling of conjecture takes permanent form in stiff-legged walks to remind, thus on and on the breathing goes."
— Joanne Kyger, from “The Test of Fantasy” (via the-final-sentence)
(via proustitute)
September 29, 2011
"I am indefectibly myself, and it is in this that I am mad: I am mad because I consist."
— Roland Barthes, A Lover’s Discourse: Fragments, trans. Richard Howard (via proustitute)
September 29, 2011
"Passion, and passion in its profoundest, is not a thing demanding a palatial stage whereon to play its part. Down among the groundlings, among the beggars and rakers of garbage, profound passion is enacted."
— Herman Melville, Billy Budd: Sailor
September 26, 2011
"Do we ever ‘read’ the same book twice? Do we ‘read’ the same book others read?"
— Joyce Carol Oates, The Journal of Joyce Carol Oates: 1973-1982
September 25, 2011
Postcard sent from Virginia Woolf to George Bernard Shaw, 1940 (via)
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“awkwardly we bump into stars
we see nothing we hear nothing
we beat with our fists on the dark ether”— Zbigniew Herbert, from “First the Dog,” trans.... -
“Things have dropped from me. I have outlived certain desires; I have lost friends, some by death… others through sheer inability to cross the street.”
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“So, I say, what of the night, the terrible night?”— Djuna Barnes, Nightwood
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Federico Hurtado.
Nos tienen miedo porque no tenemos miedo
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Erté Harper’s Bazaar cover; perfect for this time of year.
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Pelagio Palagi, Unfinished Portrait, 19th century
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These images come from the fabled manuscript, ‘Liber Floridus’ (Book of Flowers), a Medieval encyclopædia produced some 900 years ago...
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