February 2012
Where does unbelief begin?
When I was young
there were degrees of certainty....
– Anne Carson, from “The Glass Essay” (via alinapleskova)
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“Talks” by Sun Hotel
nothing to myself, except not wanting to go to...
Where does a thought go when it’s forgotten?
– Sigmund Freud (via skin-n-bones)
i exist. It is soft, so soft, so slow. and light: it seems as though it suspends...
– Jean-Paul Sartre (via beryl-azure)
The clouds will wear your face.
– Andrew Kozma, from “Elegy for the End of the World” (via hypocrite-lecteur)
Words carry oceans on their small backs.
–
Lidia Yuknavitch, The Chronology of Water
(leopoldgursky)
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[Here the heavy heart, there non omnis moriar—
just three little words, like a...
– Wisława Szymborska, from “Autotomy”, translated by S. Barańczak and C. Cavanagh, in Poems New and Collected
The poet Wisława Szymborska died on the 1st February 2012 at the age of 88.
(via the-final-sentence)
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the nights when you torture yourself.
January 2012