January 2012
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December 2011
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Deaf Center, Hunted Twice
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‘The words of others are mistakes of our hearing, shipwrecks of our understanding. How confidently we believe in our meanings of other people’s words. We hear death in words they speak to express sensual bliss. We read sensuality and life in words they drop from their lips without the slightest intention of being profound.
The voice of brooks that you interpret, pure explicator…the...
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Marsen Jules and Anders Weberg
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The hours of August still wind you in scents of the mild garden air, Ivy and speedwell still bind you A wreath for your wind-tangled hair. Like gold is the wavering wheat, though Perhaps less exultant and full, Late-blooming roses still great, though The sheen of their colours grew dull. Then let us conceal what defies us And turn to felicity, for The one thing which is not denied...
November 2011
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Of Mere Being
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The palm at the end of the mind, Beyond the last thought, rises In the bronze distance. A gold-feathered bird Sings in the palm, without human meaning, Without human feeling, a foreign song. You know then that it is not the reason That makes us happy or unhappy. The bird sings. Its feathers shine. The palm stands on the edge of space. The wind moves slowly in the...
October 2011
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“In dark and silence to close as if to light the eyes and hear a sound. Some...”
– Samuel Beckett, Company (1979)
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Alain Delahaye
Parce qu’en détruisant il crée
éboulements comme des doigts
où ton ombre s’achève commence notre chemin
dans l’ocre de telle oevre une poussière encore poursuivie de vent
d’où cette vibration, ces taches nerveuses déchirant le vide
ces ossements d’espace répandus et simples
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Because in Destroying he Creates
landslides like...
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Alain Delahaye: Grande prairie
l’enfant revient pour ne rien t’enseigner
caresse l’apparence, les clameurs: le nerf de l’interdit gagne sur la musique
et c’est un autre qui s’en va vers le non-dit de terre sèche et sang contre le ciel plombé trop près de l’horizon
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Alain Delahaye: Deux paysages, grammaire
avec la terre et tout ce qui brûla ici longtemps avec cette caverne de l’encore
et l’oeil soudain lisible de la plaine
interruption unique non suivie de cordes ni de voix
September 2011
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video - Gaze by Ivan Villafuerte music - Only the Circle by Deru
August 2011
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O to blot out this garden to forget, to find a new beauty in some terrible wind-tortured place.
— H. D., from ‘Sheltered Garden’
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July 2011
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June 2011
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Surrounded by a void, as a constellation is by space, with infinite distance between its luminous points, its timeless manifestation of itself. So in complete calm, in dead perfection, lives the Truth about the great Nothing. The soul of the void. Like a constellation named after an utterly forgotten divinity. Pär Lagerkvist (trans W.H. Auden)
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René Char: A la santé du serpent
IV Dans le boucle de l’hirondelle un orage s’informe, un jardin se construit. Within the swallow’s loop a storm is instructed, a garden formed. XXV Yeux qui, croyant inventer le jour, avez éveillé le vent, que puis-je pour vous, je suis l’oubli. Eyes that thought to create the day but woke the wind, what can I do for you? I am oblivion.
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“April 26. Mother is putting my new secondhand clothes in order. She prays now, she says, that I may learn in my own life and away from home and friends what the heart is and what it feels. Amen. So be it. Welcome, O life! I go to encounter for the millionth time the reality of experience and to forge in the smithy of my soul the uncreated conscience of my race.”
James Joyce A...
May 2011
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April 2011
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“Perhaps we should have represented him otherwise
Than in the form of dove. As...”
– Czesław Miłosz, from Sentences
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“The end is in the beginning and yet you go on.”
– Samuel Beckett (Endgame, premiered 1957) (via stay-beautiful-4real)
March 2011
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You took up a lamp and now you open the door, What use is a lamp, it is raining, the day breaks.
— Yves Bonnefoy
