Worn thin to the width of a quill

“What do you do there, moon, in the sky? Tell me what you do, 

 

silent moon. When evening comes you rise and go 

 

contemplating wastelands; then you set.” 
 

-Giacomo Leopardi

Image: John Divola, Quarter Moon, 1987
Title: Sara Teasdale

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 Wolf, City 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]

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 Tabucchi, Dreams of Dreams and the Last Three Days of Fernando Pessoa
Image: Jane Hammond. 2004.
Title: Paul Klee