Sunday, June 29, 2014

interval between nothing and nothing

“And all this is just a vision that dies the instant it is conceived, a fleeting interval
between nothing and nothing, placed on high, prolix and undefined, painted in the colours of heaven and of grief.”

Fernando Pessoa writing on an autumn sunset | The Book of Disquiet | pg. 73

Thursday, March 6, 2014

Dreams prolong us

Why be unhappy with this arrangement, since
Dreams prolong us as they are absorbed?
Something like living occurs, a movement
Out of the dream into its codification.

John Ashbery

Self-Portrait in a Convex Mirror