Sunday, June 26, 2011

You will need a bottle of cloud

“You will need a bottle of cloud
for anesthesia.
Like the flight of a crane
through colorless dreams.” — 
Carolyn Forché, Poetry Magazine March 2011, “The Ghost of Heaven” (via orioninacobweb
  image: middlechildcomplex

Friday, June 24, 2011

things that can’t be explained must be forgotten

Every day things happen in the world that cannot be explained by any law of things we know. Every day they’re mentioned and forgotten, and the same mystery that brought them takes them away, transforming their secret into oblivion. Such is the law by which things that can’t be explained must be forgotten. The visible world goes on as usual in the broad daylight. Otherness watches us from the shadows.
Fernando Pessoa, from A Factless Autobiography in The Book of Disquiet (via melancholynotes) image:
Edouard Boubat

Friday, June 10, 2011

Monday, June 6, 2011


 The world is airtight
yet held together
by what it does not house,
by the vanished. They are everywhere.

from: Die Verschwundenen/The Vanished

Sunday, June 5, 2011

what came through them was longing 
"The books or the music in which we thought the beauty was located will betray us if we trust in them; it was not in them, it only came through them, and what came through them was longing. These things - the beauty, the memory of our own past - are good images of what we really desire; but if they are mistaken for the thing itself they turn into dumb idols, breaking the hearts of their worshipers. For they are not the thing itself; they are only the scent of a flower we have not found, the echo of a tune we have not heard, news from a country we have not visited."
- C. S. Lewis
The Weight Of Glory

Saturday, June 4, 2011

the faded silvery imprints of the bare feet of angels

"There are things that cannot ever occur with any precision. They are too big and too magnificent to be contained in mere facts. They are merely trying to occur, they are checking whether the ground of reality can carry them. And they quickly withdraw, fearing to lose their integrity in the frailty of realization. And if they break into their capital, lose a thing or two in these attempts at incarnation, then soon, jealously, they retrieve their possessions, call them in, reintegrate: as a result, white spots appear in our biography - scented stigmata, the faded silvery imprints of the bare feet of angels, scattered footmarks on our nights and days - while the fullness of life waxes, incessantly supplements itself, and towers over us in wonder after wonder.
And yet, in a certain sense, the fullness is contained wholly and integrally in each of its crippled and fragmentary incarnations. This is the phenomenon of imagination and vicarious being. An event may be small and insignificant in its origins and yet, when drawn close to one's eye, it may open in its center an infinite and radiant perspective because a higher order of being is trying to express itself in it and irradiates it violently."
- Bruno Schultz
Sanatorium Under The Sign Of The Hourglass

Friday, June 3, 2011


the madman bum and angel beat in Time, unknown, yet putting down here what might be left to say in time come after death
Howl Festival

the power of the list as bulwark against chaos

1.An illustrated packing list from a notebook by the artist Adolf Konrad, Dec. 16, 1963.
2. Pages from the artist Janice Lowry's sketchbook journal, 2003.
3. Picasso's list of suggested painters for the 1913 Armory Show.