an altered space

Those walls of yours are shadows of walls,

And your light disappeared forever.

Not the world's monument anymore, an oeuvre of your own

Stands beneath the sun in an altered space.

A Treatise on Poetry: IV Natura   

Czeslaw Milosz 1911–2004 Czeslaw Milosz 

 Translated By Robert Hass

 

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chance has favored me

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   This web of time—the strands of which approach one another, bifurcate, intersect or ignore each other through the centuries—embraces every possibility. We do not exist in most of them. In some you exist and not I, while in others I do, and you do not, and yet in others both of us exist. In this one, in which chance has favored me, you have come to my gate. In another, you, crossing the garden, have found me dead. In yet another, I say these very same words but am in error, a phantom…Time is forever dividing itself toward innumerable futures…”     
   text:Jorge Luis Borges (1899 - 1986) Garden of Forking Paths, Ficciones. From the Tao of Photography. via: crashinglybeautiful:
   

   
   
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   Eugen Wiskovsky - Portrait, 1935

All of This is a Dream

 

 "Schopenhauer, in his splendid essay called "On an Apparent Intention in the Fate of the Individual," points out that when you reach an advanced age and look back over your lifetime, it can seem to have had a consistent order and plan, as though composed by some novelist. Events that when they occurred had seemed accidental and of little moment turn out to have been indispensable factors in the composition of a consistent plot. So who composed that plot? Schopenhauer suggests that just as your dreams are composed by an aspect of yourself of which your consciousness is unaware, so, too, your whole life is composed by the will within you. And just as people whom you will have met apparently by mere chance became leading agents in the structuring of your life, so, too, will you have served unknowingly as an agent, giving meaning to the lives of others. The whole thing gears together like one big symphony, with everything unconsciously structuring everything else. And Schopenhauer concludes that it is as though our lives were the features of the one great dream of a single dreamer in which all the dream characters dream, too; so that everything links to everything else, moved by the one will to life which is the universal will in nature."
- Joseph Campbell
The Power of Myth

return to the center

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i forget the rest

“We were together. I forget the rest.”
— Walt Whitman (via proustitute) proustitute:

Günther Uecker, Zum Schweigen der Schrift, 1994
(via workman; ralf-bohnenkamp; magnificentruin)

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