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

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

Wednesday, August 29, 2012

Ovid is weeping























In the troubled depths of my memory of myself, a little child is awakening and makes the old man’s mask sob.
-René Daumal, Mount Analogue

 
Image: Josef Sudek
Title: Nod to Anne Carson, from "Short Talk on Ovid" as found in Short Talks

Wednesday, August 22, 2012

The primordial tower















I circle around God, around the primordial tower.
I’ve been circling for thousands of years
and I still don’t know: am I a falcon,
a storm, or a great song.

-Rainer Maria Rilke, The Book of Hours I, 2



Image: Andrey Zakirzyanov,  The battle of celestial bodies, 1994

Monday, August 20, 2012

A euphoria of trees











 




 
 
“Do you remember the day we wanted
to describe everything? We saw a
euphoria of trees…”
 
-Lisa Robertson
 
[Image: Lord Snowdon]

Monday, August 13, 2012

The Endless Immensity of the Sea












"If you want to build a ship, don’t drum up people together to collect wood and don’t assign them tasks and work, but rather teach them to long for the endless immensity of the sea."
-Antoine de Saint-Exupery 

Image: Akos Major

Friday, August 10, 2012

The Map or the Territory
















"While ponderous planets of unwaning woe revolve round me, deep down and deep inland there I still bathe me in eternal mildness of joy."
-Herman Melville, Moby-Dick, chapter 87

Image: Paul Nougé, The Juggler, c. 1929-1930
Title: Nod to Michel Houellebecq

Thursday, August 9, 2012

Open the window


















"Writing is the same as music. It’s in how you phrase it, how you hold back the note, bend it, shape it, then release it."
-Robert Creeley



Image: Page Tsou, Feathers on the Sky



Tuesday, August 7, 2012

Alluvion






















The unendurable is the beginning of the curve of joy.
-Djuna Barnes, Nightwood 

Image: Richard Serra, Serpentine, 1993

Sunday, August 5, 2012

I am Not Resigned




















I saw, the sea was boundless, I saw no shore.
—Inscription on a Carthaginian funerary urn

Image: Eduard Bezembinder

Title: Nod to Edna St. Vincent Millay, excerpt from “Dirge Without Music”  

Saturday, August 4, 2012

The Purpose of Poetry























“The purpose of poetry is to remind us
how difficult it is to remain just one person,
for our house is open, there are no keys in the doors,
and invisible guests come in and out at will.”

-Czesław Miłosz

Thursday, August 2, 2012

The School of Water



















I hear they call life
the only refuge.

-Paul Celan

Image: Leif Podhajsky, Love, Forever Changes


Titulo: Gracias a Pablo Neruda, de “Seas,” traducido por William O’Daly

Tuesday, July 31, 2012

Saudade











(Portuguese): Nostalgia for what might have occurred.

 
Image: Otto Steinert, Boulevard St Michel, Paris, 1952

Monday, July 30, 2012

This Terrestrial Crust




















"The frequency is courage."
-The fictional Dan Rather in the 2006–07 graphic novel Shooting War
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