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 light. Show all posts
Showing posts with label light. Show all posts

Friday, December 18, 2015

Not Waving but Drowning

Drowning men, it is said, cling to wisps of straw.
-Fyodor Dostoevsky

Image: Arthur Siegel, Study of Negative/Positive Profiles, c.1937
Title: Stevie Smith

Saturday, August 1, 2015

Interior landscapes

    Malebranche was right: we are not our own light.

-Flannery O'Connor, “Good Country People”

Image: Celestial map, found
Title: Thomas Bernhard

Monday, May 25, 2015

Or I could call it a longing

 Cianalas: homesickness, longing, loneliness, melancholy

A’ dol dhachaigh: going home(wards)

Image: Found
Title: Mary Oliver

Monday, December 29, 2014

As the result of this universal whiteness

Snow is a form of light.
-Yves Bonnefoy

Image: Cuno Amiet
Title: Gaston Bachelard, The Poetics of Space

Thursday, July 10, 2014

Something Godlike: Both Tree and Center


I was left behind with the immensity of existing things…a river, suffering because reflections of clouds and trees are not clouds and trees.
-Czesław Miłosz

Image: Peter Keetman, Projektion, 1953
Title: Rilke, from The Inner Sky: Poems, Notes, Dreams

Wednesday, July 10, 2013

We are all storytellers

“It is the sunlight, always the streaming sunlight, that matters most.”
-Barry Lopez

Image: Found
Title: Deanna Lee

Tuesday, June 11, 2013

Out of sheer wonderment

“Our hands full or not:
The same abundance.
Our eyes open or shut:
The same light.” 
-Yves BonnefoyThe Curved Planks: Poems

Image: Kim Høltermand, Grundtvigs Church, 2009
Title: W.G. Sebald, The Rings of Saturn

Tuesday, May 28, 2013

A struggle between roots, ciphers, and shades of light

Just as music leaves itself behind, and words have to be spoken in order to effect their disappearance, one can catch a glimmer of a life itself being a glad renunciation of itself. 
-Fanny Howe
Image: Eric Marrian, Saint Germain en laye, 2009
Title: Tomas Tranströmer, "The Open"

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 

Monday, April 22, 2013

In full view of the world, the crown of the tree unfolds and spreads in time and space

Like a blazing comet, I’ve traversed infinite nights, interstellar spaces of the imagination, voluptuousness and fear. I’ve been a man, a woman, an old person, a little girl, I’ve been the crowds on the grand boulevards of the capital cities of the West, I’ve been the serene Buddha of the East, whose calm and wisdom we envy. I’ve known honor and dishonor, enthusiasm and exhaustion….I’ve been the sun and the moon, and everything because life is not enough.
-Antonio TabucchiDreams of Dreams and the Last Three Days of Fernando Pessoa
Image: Jane Hammond. 2004.
Title: Paul Klee

Wednesday, March 6, 2013

A strange melancholy pervades me

     The tides are in our veins.
-Robinson Jeffers

Image: Ray K. Metzker, Pictus Interruptus
Title: Françoise Sagan, Bonjour Tristesse

Monday, January 14, 2013

A swarm of voluptuous moths

I am too the memory of a sword
and of a solitary, falling sun,
turning itself to gold, then gray, then nothing.
I am the one who sees the approaching ships
from harbor. And I am the dwindled books,
the rare engravings worn away by time;
the one who envies those already dead.
Stranger to be the woman who interlaces
such words as these, in some room in a house.
-adapted from Jorge Luis Borges, “I” 

Image: Christo and Jeanne Claude, Wrapped Trees, Fondation Beyeler and Berower Park, Riehen, Switzerland, 1997-98
Photo: Wolfgang Volz
Title: Edmond Jabès, The Book of Questions: Volume I [The Book of Yukel, Return to the Book], translated by Rosmarie Waldrop

Sunday, December 23, 2012

A Grotesque and Magnificent Inferno

Estimated number of fireflies it would take to generate the visible brightness of the sun: 14,286,000,000.

-Professor Cole Gilbert, Cornell University

Title: Alexander Blok
Image: Robert Rausschenberg, Mother of God, 1950 

Friday, December 14, 2012

The untrimmable light of the world

    The ‘second sight’ possessed by the Highlanders in Scotland is actually a foreknowledge of future events. I believe they possess this gift because they don’t wear trousers. That is also why in all countries women are more prone to utter prophecies.
-Georg Christoph Lichtenberg, The Waste Books

Image: Fergus Feehily
Title: Mary Oliver, from the poem "Mindful"

Tuesday, October 16, 2012

The astonished places you inhabited and left

That the sun can do this to us, every one of us
that the sun can do this to everything inside
the broken light refracted through leaves.

-Peter Gizzi, “Vincent, Homesick for the Land of Pictures”

Image: Francesca Woodman, Untitled, MacDowell Colony, Peterborough, New Hampshire, 1980
Title: Rilke (who else?), from Uncollected Poems

Monday, April 16, 2012

A miracle unfolding in the dark

The world is a miracle unfolding in the pitch dark. We are lighting candles.

-Barry Lopez

Image: Vija Celmins, 1996

Tuesday, March 13, 2012

Our True Face Never Speaks

[Title by Rilke]

Art: Augustus Vincent Tack, Evening, between 1934 and 1936

Monday, February 6, 2012

Everything is written in the sky

"Dorrego revealed the other sky, the boundless dome that sends you rushing to a dictionary for synonyms for ‘infinite’; stars that clustered, not into constellations, but into galaxies; stars like swarms of bees which suggested not stillness or permanence but movement, the trail of something, of someone that passed just now, a moment ago, when you weren’t looking. A sky that seemed to suddenly reveal the meaning of all things: Man’s need to create language to describe it, geography to explain his place within it, biology to remind him that he is a newcomer in this universe, and history, because everything is written in the sky above Dorrego."

-Marcelo Figueras, Kamchatka 

photo: James Henkel, 2 Hands Sunspots

Saturday, January 28, 2012

Roussel on Light

“Whatever I wrote was surrounded by rays of light,” a young Raymond Roussel told his psychoanalyst, Pierre Janet. “I used to close the curtains, for I was afraid that the shining rays emanating from my pen might escape into the outside world through even the smallest chink; I wanted suddenly to throw back the screen and light up the world.”

-Alice Gregory, from “New Impressions: Raymond Roussel and the upside of crazy” +

Art: Joseph Beuys, Untitled, 1965