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

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

Thursday, April 12, 2012

The Physicality of Writing




I discovered the tongue and the lips of my heart. Since then I have not had a mouth.
—Edmond Jabès, The Book of Questions: Volume I [The Book of Yukel, Return to the Book], translated by Rosmarie Waldrop



Photo:  Edward S. Curtis

Wednesday, April 11, 2012

Getting Lost(er)





Blue is the color of longing for the distances you never arrive in… in this world we actually live in, distance ceases to be distance and to be blue when we arrive in it.

—Rebecca Solnit, A Field Guide to Getting Lost, 2005





Image: Paul Harbutt, At world’s End II, 2007

Monday, April 9, 2012

Some is Poetry Which I am not Sure I Understand Yet








“…I longed to know the world’s name.”
—Robert Penn Warren, from “American Portrait: Old Style”
 
 


































































                 Image:  Fludd, Utriusque Cosmi, Maioris scilicet et Minoris, metaphysica, physica, atque technica Historia  

Sunday, April 8, 2012

A Place










“Each moment is a place you've never been.”
―Mark Strand, New Selected Poems 


Photo: found

Sunday, April 1, 2012

The Not Said








 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
…Oppen found value in the not said, in the incomplete phrase, in the bare noun. His silence was political in that it represented the inability of art to provide an adequate image of human suffering.
-Michael Davidson on George Oppen


Image: Lava Flow Engulfing a Village to the West of Vesuvius, 1944