Showing posts with label writing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label writing. Show all posts
Saturday, January 12, 2013
Thursday, December 20, 2012
Which I is I?
How can it be described? How can any of it be described? The trip and the story of the trip are always two different things. The narrator is the one who has stayed home, but then, afterward, presses her mouth upon the traveler’s mouth, in order to make the mouth work, to make the mouth say, say, say. One cannot go to a place and speak of it; one cannot both see and say, not really. One can go, and upon returning make a lot of hand motions and indications with the arms. The mouth itself, working at the speed of light, at the eye’s instructions, is necessarily struck still; so fast, so much to report, it hangs open and dumb as a gutted bell.
-Lorrie Moore, “People Like That Are the Only People Here”
Image: Flickr / francyvieste
Title: Theodore Roethke, from “In A Dark Time”
Image: Flickr / francyvieste
Title: Theodore Roethke, from “In A Dark Time”
Labels:
All that unsayable life,
Lorrie Moore,
Theodore Roethke,
trips,
writing
Tuesday, December 18, 2012
Saturday, December 8, 2012
There is a language older by far and deeper than words
"The very function of poetry is to be as universal as possible,
and that demands that we rectify, simplify, enlarge our lived
experience, so that our words have properties that make them
on the whole comprehensible and lived anew—the reader must
understand that what is obscure in the poem proves that words
should not be reduced to a game of concepts, which in turn
would engender ideology, death. It is not a question of
understanding a poem concept by concept, for that would mean
tearing it away from its basis, which is not thought but
Thursday, December 6, 2012
The poem is not a vehicle, it is an act of transportation
know where they are going.”
-Paul Theroux
Image: Otto Steinert
Title: Eliot Weinberger, “The River”
Image: Otto Steinert
Title: Eliot Weinberger, “The River”
Labels:
Eliot Weinberger,
etc.,
life,
Otto Steinert,
Paul Theroux,
poetry,
poets,
tourists,
travelers,
writers,
writing
Tuesday, December 4, 2012
At First I Knew it Not
There is the paper and then there is the person.
-Francesca Woodman (NY Review of Books)
Image: Found
Title: Currer Bell
Wednesday, November 28, 2012
Sunday, November 25, 2012
Monday, November 19, 2012
Sunday, November 4, 2012
Wednesday, October 31, 2012
Monday, October 29, 2012
Saturday, October 6, 2012
Monday, September 3, 2012
What Geomancy
"For words are clumsy mountaineers and clumsy miners. Not for them to
bring down treasures from the mountains’ peaks, or up from the
mountains’ bowels."
-Franz Kafka, in a letter written to Selma Kohn
[Source: Letters to Friends, Family, and Editors, trans. by Richard and Clara Winston]
[Source: Letters to Friends, Family, and Editors, trans. by Richard and Clara Winston]
[Image: Thomas Moglu]
Thursday, August 30, 2012
Monday, August 20, 2012
Thursday, August 9, 2012
Saturday, August 4, 2012
Monday, July 30, 2012
Saturday, July 14, 2012
A World Without Water
"Is it easier for a man to live his life again as a fish, than to accept the wonder of being human? So alone, so frightened, so wanting for what we are afraid to give tongue to.”
-Richard Flanagan
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