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 poets. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poets. Show all posts

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, December 6, 2012

The poem is not a vehicle, it is an act of transportation



























Tourists don’t know where they have been. Travelers don’t 
 
know where they are going.
 
 
-Paul Theroux

Image: Otto Steinert

Title: Eliot Weinberger, “The River”

Wednesday, November 7, 2012

Between the Cry and Silence




























The poet only asks to get his head into the heavens. It is the logician who seeks to get the heavens into his head. And it is his head that splits.
-G. K. Chesterton
Image: Salvador Dalí, The portrait of Federico García Lorca 
Title: From Octavio Paz, “André Breton or the Quest of the BeginningAlternating Current” 

Saturday, May 12, 2012