These fragments I have shored against my ruins. -T.S. Eliot

These fragments I have shored against my ruins.  -T.S. Eliot
Showing posts with label Athanasius Kircher. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Athanasius Kircher. Show all posts

Friday, September 14, 2012

A Blue Rinse to the Language

 

 

"From childhood he dreamed of being able to keep with him all the objects in the world lined up on his shelves and bookcases. He denied lack, oblivion or even the likelihood of a missing piece. Order streamed from Noah in blue triangles and as the pure fury of his classifications rose around him, engulfing his life they came to be called waves by others, who drowned, a world of them."
-Anne Carson, Short Talks


Image: Athanasius Kircher, Noah’s Ark, 1675

Title: Nod to John Ashberry

Friday, June 1, 2012

Symphonies without movements, operas without words








We speak in (rich) monotones. Our poetry is haunted by the music it has left behind.
-George Steiner, Errata: An Examined Life

Image: The Musarithmetic Ark, attributed to Athanasius Kircher, 1650

Title thanks to: Alex Ross, The Rest is Noise: Listening to the Twentieth Century