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

Lessons were learned, said the pale king. Events occurred as it was proper for them to do. I do not perceive that my attention was wasted.


Saturday, December 10, 2005

Friday, December 9, 2005

Truth be told (i)

Polly Jean Harvey is my background voice.

Damned if you are, damned if you are not

to be responsible for your happinness.

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.

Monday, December 5, 2005

Moral dilemma/paradox

Your Good is someone's Evil; your Happiness, someone's Sorrow.

Sort that out.

Raw

How would you like your relationships, sir? Raw, medium, well done?

Friday, December 2, 2005

A terrible mistress

he betrayed her with his loneliness

also this

Wednesday, November 30, 2005

The definition of Love

It goes without saying.

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

Nexus

If you are a cause, you are responsible.

Monday, November 21, 2005

Wishful thinking

up north, Portugal

Existence lies only in the present

The past is memory, the future is death.

On the language of the deities

Wovon man nicht sprechen kann, darüber muss man schweigen

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.


to my dark blue suit bought in Oxford St many years ago

Thursday, November 17, 2005

Tuesday, November 15, 2005

Under the sign of Pisces

I am a fish. Mute. Expressionless.

Monday, November 14, 2005

There is nothing else

The past is dead; the future is unborn.
Only the present has value.

Thursday, November 10, 2005

Feelings, nothing more than feelings

Betrayal lies ever and only with the betrayed.

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.


Above. Inside. Tétouan. Morocco.

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?

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.

Sunday, October 30, 2005

Tuesday, October 25, 2005

Filipa

Thou hast done my heart anew.
Many happy returns.

Mother

Can not live with you, can not live without you

Thursday, October 20, 2005

WWYWIWD

Where were you when I was dying?

Monday, October 17, 2005

Fire

what it does not consume it purifies.

Unknown

I know my downfall will be my salvation

Thursday, October 6, 2005

No escape

Although he disliked the word
was a perfect exemple of a post-modernist

Monday, October 3, 2005

But not two

Love is 1 and ∞
But not two.


such a place as, Stockholm

Thursday, September 29, 2005

Monday, September 26, 2005

Loneliness spells humanity

We can either live the loneliness
Or worry about it.

The problem of being

I have a problem with loyalty.
What is it?
I'm loyal.

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

Monday, September 19, 2005

Either/Or

only intimacy may not be boring

Friday, September 16, 2005

In the end

all it matters is who follows you
certain.

Tuesday, September 13, 2005

Difficulty

Stretching out the metaphor
which is not but a hand

is easy. Notwithstanding
brain and heart are old cynics

windownightshopping

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.

Wednesday, September 7, 2005

On the nature of things

Maybe I truly am Superman
For you feel like kryptonite

Tuesday, September 6, 2005

The coming of age

September is not about people
It is about the light


where two rivers meet

Sunday, September 4, 2005

of God

To love people and not love a person

Grief

How does one distinguish between howling and wailing?

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


by the river

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.

Feed me

I like to study

Thursday, August 25, 2005

Experience

A person can only be destroyed from within


at a theatre

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.

Monday, August 22, 2005

Wander

Lost, life and love,
Once:
Never again, the fear.

Friday, August 19, 2005

Blogger

Dawn&Gloom: to flag or to unflag?

Wednesday, August 17, 2005

Name a poem

Alice Oswald Dart Woods Etc

Tuesday, August 16, 2005

Anew

The Mysterious Mr. Quinn I would like to see on film.
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

Monday, August 8, 2005

all; but one

I am losing sight of people. I can only see Zöe.



Terceira Island

Wednesday, August 3, 2005

Befriended

I am imune to evil. For I live in its depths.

Sunday, July 31, 2005

Dark Side

To intimately know the vices and the flaws and to contain them; and one day: not to. But to release them, let them free.




Lisbon

Tuesday, July 19, 2005

Fiction

I have no time to be real

Monday, July 18, 2005

I only know how to look up

don't know how I got here, don't know where to go



somewhere, Stockholm



Silence

to master speed is truly to to know what life is

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