Saturday, February 28, 2009
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
poem of the day
Zoals dit eiland van de meeuwen
is en de meeuwen van hun krijsen
en hun krijsen van de wind
en de wind van niemand,
zo is dit eiland van de meeuwen
en de meeuwen van hun krijsen
en hun krijsen van de wind
en de wind van niemand.
- Herman de Coninck
is en de meeuwen van hun krijsen
en hun krijsen van de wind
en de wind van niemand,
zo is dit eiland van de meeuwen
en de meeuwen van hun krijsen
en hun krijsen van de wind
en de wind van niemand.
- Herman de Coninck
Sunday, February 22, 2009
up
I woke
up
Here is an
empty shroud
reminds me of a
white
curtain
on a marriage bed
There's just walls here.
and
I smell of night
Where are you
Where have you been, since
since
since
And now,
here
When everything
is fleeting
I never thought
you'd become so
you were so
ethereal
up
Here is an
empty shroud
reminds me of a
white
curtain
on a marriage bed
There's just walls here.
and
I smell of night
Where are you
Where have you been, since
since
since
And now,
here
When everything
is fleeting
I never thought
you'd become so
you were so
ethereal
Friday, February 20, 2009
like light withstanding a black hole
"To be loved like that makes all the difference. It does not lessen the terror of the fall, but it gives a new perspective on what that terror means. I had jumped off the edge, and then, at the very last moment, something reached out and caught me in midair. That something is what I define as love. It is the one thing that can stop a man from falling, the one thing powerful enough to negate the laws of gravity."
- Paul Auster, Moon Palace
- Paul Auster, Moon Palace
Monday, February 16, 2009
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Thursday, February 05, 2009
on a fairy's wing
"But his heart was in a constant, turbulent riot. The most grotesque and fantastic conceits haunted him in his bed at night. A universe of ineffable gaudiness spun itself out in his brain while the clock ticked on the washstand and the moon soaked with wet light his tangled clothes upon the floor. Each night he added to the pattern of his fancies until drowsiness closed down upon some vivid scene with an oblivious embrace. For a while these reveries provided an outlet for his imagination; they were a satisfactory hint of the unreality of reality, a promise that the rock of the world was founded securely on a fairy's wing."
- F. Scott Fitzgerald - The Great Gatsby
- F. Scott Fitzgerald - The Great Gatsby
Tuesday, February 03, 2009
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