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

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

Monday, March 12, 2012

Sunday, March 11, 2012

The Unsaid



















I used to put words here
(1,095 days worth);
I still do, only now
they are rarely mine.



Image: Michaël Borremans, Various ways of avoiding visual contact with the outside world using yellow isolating tape, 1998

Saturday, March 10, 2012

Immediately Far































 The journey is so immediately far.
-Tu Fu

Image: Masao Yamamoto

Friday, March 9, 2012

Fields Engraved in the Soul



















"Each one of us, then, should speak of his roads, his crossroads, his roadside benches; each one of us should make a surveyor’s map of his lost fields and meadows. Thoreau said that he had a map of his fields engraved in his soul. And Jean Wahl once wrote …The frothing of the hedges / I keep deep inside me… Thus we cover the universe with drawings we have lived."
—Gaston Bachelard, The Poetics of Space

Image:  Sam Winston

Thursday, March 8, 2012

Calvino on Classics



















"A classic is a book that has never finished saying what it has to say."
— Italo Calvino


Image: Alejandra Laviada, Before the Fall