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

These fragments I have shored against my ruins.  -T.S. Eliot
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Thursday, May 2, 2013

Panting.






















I am concerned with a thing’s not being what it was, with its becoming something other than what it is, with any moment in which one identifies a thing precisely, and with the slipping away of that moment. 
-Jasper Johns

Image: Philippe Gronon, Chalk Board
Title: Stevie Smith, from “Deeply Morbid”