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 silence. Show all posts
Showing posts with label silence. Show all posts

Tuesday, February 26, 2013

When I lean over the chasm of myself




















    We are only lightly covered with buttoned cloth; and beneath these pavements are shells, bones and silence.
    -Virginia Woolf, The Waves



Image: Found here
Title: Rilke, from The Book of Hours I, 3





Friday, January 18, 2013

In the vast world or in the immense past
































… the silence
Holds with its gloved hand
The wild hawk of the mind.
— R. S. Thomas, excerpt from “The Untamed” 


Images: Found; Edward Curtis
Title: Gaston Bachelard, The Poetics of Space



Wednesday, May 23, 2012

My house was a house of winds


















 
“The world's continual breathing is what we hear and call silence.”
―Clarice Lispector, Passion according to G.H. 

[Title thanks to Dana Levin's poem,"The Weatherman"]

Saturday, March 17, 2012

Immaculate Silence


My silences are immaculate.
-Roberto Bolaño, By Night in Chile

Photo: ILona Olkonen