Sunday, August 21, 2011

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

Wednesday, August 17, 2011

chance has favored me

  1. 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:

    Eugen Wiskovsky - Portrait, 1935

Monday, August 15, 2011

All of This is a Dream

Sunday, August 7, 2011

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)
Source: magnificentruin