These fragments I have shored against my ruins. -T.S. Eliot

These fragments I have shored against my ruins.  -T.S. Eliot

Monday, December 29, 2014

As the result of this universal whiteness

Snow is a form of light.
-Yves Bonnefoy

Image: Cuno Amiet
Title: Gaston Bachelard, The Poetics of Space

Saturday, December 27, 2014

Mute as amber

When we speak of solitaries, we always take too much for granted. We think people know what we are talking about. But they know absolutely nothing. 

-Rilke, The Notebooks of Malte Laurids Brigge

Art: Vilhelm Hammershoi, Baker's Shop1888 
Title: James Agee, excerpt from A Death in the Family

Saturday, October 18, 2014

All books are the Book of Job

"Hence our loneliness; hence our desolation."
-Virginia Woolf, The Waves

Image: Ikko Narahara, Shadow of car driving through desert, Arizona, 1971

Title: Stanley Elkin

Sunday, September 7, 2014

Open the book: the gilt, the edges, the pages, the fingertips...

"A good book ... leaves you wanting to reread the book. A great book compels you to reread your own soul.”  
-Richard Flanagan, The Narrow Road to the Deep North 

Image: Michael SchlegelIceland
Title: adapted from Elizabeth Bishop

Thursday, August 28, 2014

Music is the space between the notes

"The inferno of the living is not something that will be; if there is one, it is what is already here, the inferno where we live every day, that we form by being together. There are two ways to escape suffering it. The first is easy for many: accept the inferno and become such a part of it that you can no longer see it. The second is risky and demands constant vigilance and apprehension: seek and learn to recognize who and what, in the midst of inferno, are not inferno, then make them endure, give them space."
-Italo Calvino, Invisible Cities
Image: David HurnCactus nursery, Arizona
Title: Claude Debussy