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 writing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label writing. Show all posts

Saturday, April 19, 2014

My Own Desert Places




















     "For the desert is simply that:… an ecstatic form of disappearance."
  -Jean Baudrillard

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   "You don’t need me. What you really need is a mirror. Because any stranger is for you simply a mirror in which to reflect yourself. I don’t ever again want to return to such a desert of mirrors."
-Kōbō Abe

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You are there
for an instant Blue desert
with dunes of rain Thirst is granted
Space is a breach You burn in the night
whose walls are down I see by your oil
by the wick in the middle where a flame blossoms
-Edmond Jabès, excerpt from “After the Deluge,” If There Were Anywhere but Desert: The Selected Poems of Edmond Jabès
Image: Max Scheler, Art Class for Retired Ctizens, Sun Valley, Arizona, 1962
Title: Robert Frost, “Desert Places”

Saturday, April 12, 2014

That Very Elsewhere

























The mad state is, as he emphasizes over and over again, empty.
Teeming with emptiness. Knotted on emptiness. Immodest in its
emptiness. You can pull emptiness out of it by the handful.
“I am not here. I am not here and never will be.”
You can pull it out endlessly.
Anne Carson, from Semaine d’Artaud 
Image: James KaoTablescape, 2004
Title: Judith Butler on “the poetics of non-arrival,” excerpt from Who Owns Kafka?

Wednesday, February 12, 2014

I paint them because they’re cheaper than models and they don’t move

























     We are pressed flowers in heavy books.
-Andrea Gibson
Image: Unknown (India)
Title: Georgia O’Keefe 

Tuesday, January 28, 2014

An invincible summer























    
Sometimes, a seemingly insignificant detail reveals a whole world. Like the messages hidden by spies in the dot of an i.
-Pierre Cordier

Title: Albert Camus
Image via

Tuesday, December 31, 2013

Looking from outside into an open window
























“I think that poems that have direct meanings—that’s a very dull poet, an extremely dull poet, and a person who is writing like he or she sees. That isn’t what you’re ever writing. You never write what you see. You see it, you just don’t write it. You write something else. And there’s always something else.”
-Barbara Guest
Image: Cristian Schloe, Portrait of a Heart
Title: Charles Baudelaire, Windows

Tuesday, December 17, 2013

I ‘saw’ the canvas turn blue as I put the paint down




I was always inventing stories and machinations to make sense of things I didn’t understand, and I understood almost nothing.
-César Aira
Image: Gerhard RichterIceberg in the mist
Title: Sargy Mann

Saturday, November 9, 2013

Blind as we are to Seeing























     All words are masks and the lovelier they are, the more they are meant to conceal.
  -Steven Millhauser


Image: Claudia Drake, Moira, 2007
Title: Miguel Hernández

Sunday, September 8, 2013

Deep down and deep inland









"You think I’ll be happy?" 
“Yeah, you just won’t know it.
-Alec Baldwin & Kevin Bacon, from the movie, She's having a baby

Image: Argyle Plaids, Left in her Wake
Title: Herman Melville, Moby-Dick, chapter 87

Monday, September 2, 2013

Willing to Sail








Only a shipwrecked person who has just escaped drowning could understand the psychology of someone who breaks out in laughter just because he is able to breathe.
-Kōbō Abe, The Woman in the Dunes

Image: Caspar David Friedrich, Seashore with Shipwreck by Moonlight, 1825-30 
Title: from John Macdonald's, A Naval, Military and Political Telegraphic Dictionary, Numerically Arranged on a Very Comprehensive Scale, 1817



Monday, August 12, 2013

The silence of untranslated stars

























     …you can look at something, close your eyes, and see it again and still know nothing – like staring at the sky to figure out the distances between stars.
     -Ann Beattie, Jacklighting
     Image:  Laure Albin-Guillot, Planche XVI Diatomée, 1931
               Title: e.e. cummings, adapted from "Summer Silence"

Tuesday, August 6, 2013

An archer in cover






























“The writer should never be ashamed of staring. There is nothing that does not require his attention.” 

-Flannery O'Connor

Picture: Flor Garduno, La pavo real (2008)
Title: Dorothy Dunnett

Friday, June 14, 2013

Hymns you haven’t heard


























“What one ought to capture in beauty is that which is treacherous and irresistible...” 
-László KrasznahorkaiWar and War


Image: Adelaide Hanscom, Plate XV, 1905
Title: Rilke, The Book of Hours I, 40

Sunday, June 9, 2013

A gamble against oblivion, a wager against silence





















“I write to discover what I know.” 
-Flannery O'Connor

Image: Found
Title: George Steiner, “The Uncommon Reader"

Thursday, May 23, 2013

Suddenly a sorrow the color of dawn


















I have taken action against fear. I sat up the whole night and wrote; and now I am as thoroughly tired as after a long walk in the fields at Ulsgaard.
-Rainer Maria Rilke
Image: Robert Clinch, No Standing,  1998
Title: Kōbō Abe, The Woman in the Dunes 

Saturday, May 4, 2013

The word within a word, unable to speak a word




















Perhaps the music Schopenhauer had in mind is music eliminated to non-music. A whisper would suffice. Perhaps a sigh of fatigue or resignation, perhaps a moan of despair or sorrow. Perhaps a sound just articulate enough that it could be heard to dissipate.

-Eugene Thacker, Cosmic Pessimism 

Image: Arnold Newman, Violin shop : patterns on table, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, 1941
Title: T.S. Eliot from the poem, “Gerontion”

Saturday, April 27, 2013

A multi-colored strip behind peeling plaster, in separate, shining fragments






























“Night thoughts have a different color than day thoughts, a different slant, more than anything else they know all the secret paths and chinks in the armor they can take advantage of to force their way into consciousness.” 
-Christa WolfCity of Angels or Overcoat of Dr. Freud

Image #1: Alain Manesson Mallet, View of the moon, 1719

Image #2:  Earth Rise, Apollo 14, 1971
Title: Stanisław Lem, Hospital of the Transfiguration [What is a poem]

Thursday, April 25, 2013

Naked and dressed in stars























     I was a great many far cries from myself. 
     -Gary Lutz
     Image: Lisette Model, First Reflection, New York
     Title:  Edmond Jabès, The Book of Questions: Volume I, trans. by Rosmarie Waldrop 

Wednesday, April 10, 2013

Being or nothing, that is the question

























      We are never real historians, but always near poets... 
   -Gaston Bachelard, The Poetics of Space




Image: Federico Hurtado, Portraits Without Masks
Title: Raymond Queneau, Zazie in the Metro

Thursday, April 4, 2013

The sound keeps coming out of the flowers





“You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep Spring from coming.”
-Pablo Neruda

Image: Spike Mafford, the black dots spell out the title, The Meadow
Title: Basso

Tuesday, April 2, 2013

So Many Stones (Or: The Turret’s Cage is Shapely)




Wanting to write and not being able to find the time or the place for it. Wanting to write and not being able to find the time or the place for it. Wanting to write and not being able to find the time or the place for it. Wanting to write and not being able to find the time or the place for it. Wanting to write and not being able to find the time or the place for it. Wanting to write and not being able to find the time or the place for it. Wanting to write and not being able to find the time or the place for it. Wanting to write and not being able to find the time or the place for it. Wanting to write and not being able to find the time or the place for it. Wanting to write and not being able to find the time or the place for it.

-Raymond Carver, on "things too tedious to talk about" +
Image: Gao Xingjian, Forêt vierge, 2006
Title: Anna Akhmatova, from "Solitude"