February 2012
46 posts
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All the rest is silence
On the other side of the wall,
And the silence...
– W. H. Auden, The Sea and the Mirror
Perhaps a revolution can overthrow autocratic despotism and profiteering or...
– Immanuel Kant, What is Enlightenment?
ambedo
n. a kind of melacholic trance in which you become completely absorbed in vivid sensory details—raindrops skittering down a window, tall trees leaning in the wind, clouds of cream swirling in your coffee—which leads to a dawning awareness of the haunting fragility of life, a mood whose only known cure is the vuvuzela.
Yes.
When reading
poetry…. It’s almost as if the words have some transcendent pull that communicates with my soul, and draws my eyes nearer and nearer to the computer screen. Finishing a poem is similar to diving non-stop into a 15ft pool, touching the floor.. Then the tightness in your lungs and the numbness in your head as you swim towards the light of the surface… Finally, the first breath of...
I thought I was growing wings —
it was a cocoon.
I thought, now is the time...
– Denise Levertov
كنت كل ما بنيت بشكل جميل لكسر في نهاية المطاف
I’m the girl who is lost in space, the girl who is disappearing always, forever...
– Elizabeth Wurtzel, Prozac Nation
…I was under the strong impression that everywhere you go, you’ll find a...
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Vulnerability
Looking down to avoid meeting eyes whenever you walk down the hallway. Wearing your glasses like a barrier against an environment you have perceived as hostile. Hating people who once were kind to you because you can hear them utter such hurtful words. Those words echoing in your mind long after they were said (if they were ever said at all), even while you are alone in the shower or in your bed....
January 2012
46 posts
He awoke each morning with the desire to do right, to be a good and meaningful...
– Everything is Illuminated
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Twelve o’clock.
Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar...
– T.S. Eliot - Rhapsody on a Windy Night