Tuesday, December 27, 2005
Wednesday, December 21, 2005
I know not of feelings
The first step to wisdom is to know ourselves ignorants, said the Prime Minister.
Sunday, December 18, 2005
Proper
Saturday, December 10, 2005
Friday, December 9, 2005
Wednesday, December 7, 2005
Tuesday, December 6, 2005
things you will never understand (i)
...yes but that's because your car does not...
and just then I had to interrupt:
My friend, I do not own a car, I own an M3.
and just then I had to interrupt:
My friend, I do not own a car, I own an M3.
Monday, December 5, 2005
Saturday, December 3, 2005
Friday, December 2, 2005
Wednesday, November 30, 2005
It came in the mail today
[...]
I've heard the creak and whisper of the night's
improbable apparatus, lacewings and frost
and starlight on the rooftops like a veil
but nothing has ever spoken, nothing has come
from the elsewhere I measure out in songs and dreams,
although I glimpse, in spite of what I know,
the guessed-at world where nothing has been said
but everything is on the point of speaking:
you in your chair, looking up from a half-read book
as the angel who cannot exist is replaced by the given,
the sullen gift of everyday events:
the promise of rain, a footfall, the dread of belonging.
John Burnside
Tuesday, November 29, 2005
Monday, November 28, 2005
Monday, November 21, 2005
On the language of the deities
Wovon man nicht sprechen kann, darüber muss man schweigen
Tractatus logico-philosophicus, 7
Tractatus logico-philosophicus, 7
Friday, November 18, 2005
The parting of a suit
The parting of a suit is not easy to overcome
A little more me it had helped me to become
The parting of a suit is a strange deed indeed
For you do not lose your skin but something in between
When at last you let go you feel sorry and sad
For the times spent together, both good and bad
The parting of a suit is not easy to overcome
You both must be gentlemen and thus get it done.
A little more me it had helped me to become
The parting of a suit is a strange deed indeed
For you do not lose your skin but something in between
When at last you let go you feel sorry and sad
For the times spent together, both good and bad
The parting of a suit is not easy to overcome
You both must be gentlemen and thus get it done.
to my dark blue suit bought in Oxford St many years ago
Thursday, November 17, 2005
Tuesday, November 15, 2005
Monday, November 14, 2005
Thursday, November 10, 2005
Wednesday, November 9, 2005
The white hunger
I search in people, I search in books, I search in movies, I search in places, landscapes and dreams. I search for what, I do not know. I search, therefore, for knowledge of what I search, this hunger inside, for me.
If I could learn to read the signs
On page 197 of Witt's bio; compulsive reading, slow digestion; new Saramago on death bought: on page 11 a Witt's quote on death.
What does it all mean?
What does it all mean?
Sunday, November 6, 2005
Monday, October 31, 2005
In the making
You have to make up your mind, she said!
That is the problem, is it not: I am making it up.
That is the problem, is it not: I am making it up.
Sunday, October 30, 2005
Tuesday, October 25, 2005
Thursday, October 20, 2005
Monday, October 17, 2005
Thursday, October 6, 2005
Monday, October 3, 2005
Thursday, September 29, 2005
Monday, September 26, 2005
Tuesday, September 20, 2005
Vermischte Bemerkungen
Wenn wir einen Chinesen hören, so sind wir geneigt, sein Sprechen für ein unartikuliertes Gurgeln zu halten. Einer, der chinesisch versteht, wird darin die Sprache erkennen. So kann ich oft nicht den Menschen im Menschen erkennen.
Ludwig Wittgenstein
Ludwig Wittgenstein
Monday, September 19, 2005
Friday, September 16, 2005
Tuesday, September 13, 2005
Difficulty
Stretching out the metaphor
which is not but a hand
is easy. Notwithstanding
brain and heart are old cynics
which is not but a hand
is easy. Notwithstanding
brain and heart are old cynics
apud Scenes from Comus
the tragedy of things is not conclusive
rather, one way by which the spirit moves.
Geoffrey Hill
So I repeat, quietly, on the subway corridors.
rather, one way by which the spirit moves.
Geoffrey Hill
So I repeat, quietly, on the subway corridors.
Wednesday, September 7, 2005
Tuesday, September 6, 2005
Sunday, September 4, 2005
Friday, September 2, 2005
Parting ways
You are a person, with views and ways
But your heart - oh! your heart! -
It is something different.
To obey or linger in decay
But your heart - oh! your heart! -
It is something different.
To obey or linger in decay
Wednesday, August 31, 2005
How I got to antiquity
I stopped reading Barry to read Rawls; I stopped reading Rawls to read Locke, Rousseau and Kant; I stopped reading Locke to read Descartes; I stopped reading Rousseau to read Aristotle; I stopped reading Kant, to read Hume and Espinoza; I stopped reading Aristotle to read Plato; I stopped reading Plato to read Parmenides and Heraclitus; to this day I am still reading Heraclitus.
Friday, August 26, 2005
The importance of words
She was in my class / She looked at me, repeatedly / Lower lip biten /One day, slowly to me came / Saying: Would you like to stud' me?/Time stopped, space whirled, people laughed / Others bloomed, she blushed/ Gave her no time to flee: / Yes, I would like to study/ With thee.
Thursday, August 25, 2005
Wednesday, August 24, 2005
Fuck Variations
Early Morning Fuck
Ah!, I love the smell of a fuck in the morning
There is nothing quite like an unexpected fuck
In the end, fuck is just a word: it's our minds that do it.
Ah!, I love the smell of a fuck in the morning
There is nothing quite like an unexpected fuck
In the end, fuck is just a word: it's our minds that do it.
Monday, August 22, 2005
Friday, August 19, 2005
Wednesday, August 17, 2005
Tuesday, August 16, 2005
Anew
The Mysterious Mr. Quinn I would like to see on film.
And Mr. Satterthwaite also.
Well directed, please.
And Mr. Satterthwaite also.
Well directed, please.
Wednesday, August 10, 2005
Tuesday, August 9, 2005
Reasoning
For someone who loves people so much it is amazing how much I need solitude
For someone who needs solitude so much it is amazing how much I love people
For someone who needs solitude so much it is amazing how much I love people
Monday, August 8, 2005
Wednesday, August 3, 2005
Sunday, July 31, 2005
Dark Side
Tuesday, July 19, 2005
Monday, July 18, 2005
Thursday, July 14, 2005
Every beginning is poetry
I am the bird of inoccence that floats in the air, so bright And yet I am dark as dusk and gloomy as the night But the night might be clear and great like the ones we see in dreams It is in those nights we go with fate through its torturous streams Could I be a silent bird and still speak the words of dawn Indeed I could if I stand the night and at sunrise am not gone Much meaning would that have fulfilled with a secret symbol That we must unveil to find a pass so nimble, like the dawn itself For I find meaning certain and clear - to me a bird so mere That the night is my only house and the dawn, her daughter, my lovely spouse
at a diner
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