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

These fragments I have shored against my ruins.  -T.S. Eliot
Showing posts with label seas. Show all posts
Showing posts with label seas. Show all posts

Thursday, May 12, 2016

Unfathomable Cities




The deep parts of my life pour onward,
as if the river shores were opening out.
It seems that things are more like me now,
that I can see farther into paintings.
I feel closer to what language can’t reach.
With my sense, as with birds, I climb
into the windy heaven, out of the oak,
and in the ponds broken off from the sky
my feeling sinks, as if standing on fishes.

-Rilke

Image: Irene Suchocki

Tuesday, June 10, 2014

The language of the road






















"The ocean ends, like life and vision, at a horizon that is the fault of the curvature of eye and earth, with no proof of true end at all." -Dan Beachy-Quick, A Whaler’s Dictionary

Image: Found, Marble paper 
Title: from Mohammed Bennis’s Seven Birds

Monday, September 2, 2013

Willing to Sail






Only a shipwrecked person who has just escaped drowning could understand the psychology of someone who breaks out in laughter just because he is able to breathe.
-Kōbō Abe, The Woman in the Dunes

Image: Caspar David Friedrich, Seashore with Shipwreck by Moonlight, 1825-30 
Title: from John Macdonald's, A Naval, Military and Political Telegraphic Dictionary, Numerically Arranged on a Very Comprehensive Scale, 1817



Wednesday, March 6, 2013

A strange melancholy pervades me






















     The tides are in our veins.
-Robinson Jeffers


Image: Ray K. Metzker, Pictus Interruptus
Title: Françoise Sagan, Bonjour Tristesse


Thursday, February 7, 2013

Anaesthetizing the sky
























Her absence is like the sky, spread over everything.
-C.S. Lewis, A Grief Observed
   Image: Ingvar Kenne from the series Landscapes Deconstructed 
Title: Samantha Wynne Rhydderch, from “Understanding the Echo”

Thursday, January 24, 2013

I have a sort of sea-feeling



















   I saw, the sea was boundless, I saw no shore.
-Inscription on a Carthaginian funerary urn
Image: Found
Title: Herman Melville

Monday, November 19, 2012

Furrow and Word

















Joseph Conrad, landlocked but reliving the sea, wrote much of his work with a favorite pen.

-Joshua CohenThe Font of the Hand

Image: Bianca Brunner, Split, 2010

Title: Nod to Edmond Jabès, The Book of Questions (Rosmarie Waldrop, translator)

Thursday, November 15, 2012

A psychic state achievable through geography
























    Ancient exiles,
 Tell me about your seas…

   -Arthur Rimbaud, from “Comedy of Thirst”
 Image: Found
 Title: Nod to Rebecca Solnit from A Field Guide to Getting Lost


Sunday, November 4, 2012

I understand the language of waves


















"Everything begins with a story."

-Joseph Campbell


Image: Erich Hartmann, Pair of shoes on deck, Carribbean, 1984
Title: Thanks to Le Testament d’Orphée (Testament of Orpheus)

Monday, August 13, 2012

The Endless Immensity of the Sea












"If you want to build a ship, don’t drum up people together to collect wood and don’t assign them tasks and work, but rather teach them to long for the endless immensity of the sea."
-Antoine de Saint-Exupery 

Image: Akos Major

Sunday, August 5, 2012

I am Not Resigned




















I saw, the sea was boundless, I saw no shore.
—Inscription on a Carthaginian funerary urn

Image: Eduard Bezembinder

Title: Nod to Edna St. Vincent Millay, excerpt from “Dirge Without Music”  

Thursday, June 7, 2012

I have no face




















 
 
 
 
 
“But here I am nobody. I have no face. (…)
‘That is my face,’ said Rhoda, ‘in the looking-glass behind Susan’s shoulder - that face is my face.
But I will duck behind her to hide it, for I am not here. I have no face…’”

-Virginia Woolf, The Waves, 1931
[Image found here]

Wednesday, March 21, 2012

On Swimming and Seas





Joyce consulted Jung, who diagnosed his poor daughter as incurably schizophrenic partly on the evidence of her brilliant, obsessive punning. Joyce remarked that he too was a punner. “You are a deep-sea diver,” said Jung. “She is drowning.” 

-Edward Hoagland, Learning to Eat Soup



Photo: Todd Jordan, Sidescape, Albierto Portugal. July 2010.

Monday, February 13, 2012

The Markawasi Stone Forest of Peru
















"The river that flows nowhere, like a sea…"


-Wallace Stevens

Art: The Markawasi Stone Forest of Peru