Sunday, May 1, 2016

The Lover is Resurrection

“Very early in my life it was too late.”

“Suddenly, all at once, she knows, knows that he doesn't understand her, that he never will, that he lacks the power to understand such perverseness. And that he can never move fast enough to catch her.”

“It’s not that you have to achieve anything, it’s that you have to get away from where you are.”

“I know it's not clothes that make women beautiful or otherwise, nor beauty care, nor expensive creams, nor the distinction of costliness of their finery. I know the problem lies elsewhere. I don't know where. I only know it isn't where women think.”

“Because he doesn't know he carries within him a supreme elegance, I say it for him.”

“I can't really remember the days. The light of the sun blurred and annihilated all color. But the nights, I remember them...."

“I had the face of pleasure, and yet I had no knowledge of pleasure. There was no mistaking that face.”

“I’ve never written, though I thought I wrote, never loved, though I thought I loved, never done anything but wait outside the closed door.”

Marguerite Duras

Sunday, April 24, 2016

The Waste Land

“April is the cruelest month.”

“And I will show you something different from either
Your shadow at morning striding behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you
I will show you fear in a handful of dust”


“What is that noise?” 

“The awful daring of a moment's surrender which an age of prudence
can never retract.
by this, and only this, we have existed.”

“I have heard the key
Turn in the door once and turn once only
We think of the key, each in his prison
Thinking of the key, each confirms a prison”

“For you know only a heap of broken images”

T.S. Eliot

Sunday, April 17, 2016

A Room of One's Own

“Truth had run through my fingers. Every drop had escaped.”

“Fiction is like a spider's web, attached ever so lightly perhaps, but still attached to life at all four corners.”

“So long as you write what you wish to write, that is all that matters; and whether it matters for ages or only for hours, nobody can say. ”

“...who shall measure the heat and violence of a poet's heart when caught and tangled in a woman's body?”

“Why, if it was an illusion, not praise the catastrophe, whatever it was, that destroyed illusion and put truth in it's place?”

“It is much more important to be oneself than anything else. Do not dream of influencing other people...Think of things in themselves.”

Virginia Woolf

Sunday, April 10, 2016

The idiot

“Beauty will save the world”


“It is better to be unhappy and know the worst, than to be happy in a fool's paradise.”

“A fool with a heart and no sense is just as unhappy as a fool with sense and no heart.”

“It's life that matters, nothing but life--the process of discovering, the everlasting and perpetual process, not the discovery itself, at all.”

“Pass us by, and forgive us our happiness”

“We must never forget that human motives are generally far more complicated than we are apt to suppose, and that we can very rarely accurately describe the motives of another.”

“Beauty is a riddle” 

Fyodor Dostoyevsky

Sunday, April 3, 2016

The Interpretation of Dreams

“Dreams are the royal road to the unconscious.”

"Properly speaking, the unconscious is the real psychic; its inner nature is just as unknown to us as the reality of the external world, and it is just as imperfectly reported to us through the data of consciousness as is the external world through the indications of our sensory organs."

“The dream is the liberation of the spirit from the pressure of external nature, a detachment of the soul from the fetters of matter.”

“What is common in all these dreams is obvious. They completely satisfy wishes excited during the day which remain unrealized. They are simply and undisguisedly realizations of wishes.”

“Places are often treated like persons.”

“The dream has a very striking way of dealing with the category of opposites and contradictions. This is simply disregarded. To the dream ‘No’ does not seem to exist. In particular, it prefers to draw opposites together into a unity or to represent them as one.”

Sigmund Freud

Sunday, March 27, 2016


“Perhaps my life is nothing but an image of this kind; perhaps I am doomed to retrace my steps under the illusion that I am exploring, doomed to try and learn what I simply should recognize, learning a mere fraction of what I have forgotten.”

“I am the soul in limbo.”

“Beauty is like a train that ceaselessly roars out of the Gare de Lyon and which I know will never leave, which has not left. It consists of jolts and shocks, many of which do not have much importance, but which we know are destined to produce one Shock, which does...The human heart, beautiful as a seismograph...”

“Beauty will be convulsive or will not be at all.”

André Breton

Sunday, March 20, 2016

I Exhale

Life it's a touch,
Everything is golden
Right now

You talk too fast
The house you want is
Monday morning
What you got?
Shiver and smile

Seen the tiny stars
Your shoes and beer
Sharp shadow
Clean the dirt

Lost crown
In a blue sky
As best as roofs
Correlated rhythms

Spangled top,
Leather jacket
Run your fingers through your hair
We're nearly there
Hiding in the dark
Sheltered from the winds
Hold hands
and we go away