January 2012
60 posts
The din of the dusty world and the locked-in-ness of human habitation are what...
– Kuo Hsi, Essay on Landscape Painting, 11thC.
Here I am, a bundle of past recollections and future dreams, knotted up in a...
– Sylvia Plath (via flesh-of-burning-love)
What can be explained is not poetry.
– W.B. Yeats (via silencedyouth)
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Was it the proud full sail of his great verse,
Bound for the prize of all too...
– William Shakespeare, Sonnet 86
During the heavy months my life caught fire only when
I made love with you....
– Tomas Tranströmer, ‘Fire Script’, The Half-Finished Heaven, trans. Robert Bly.
Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try Again. Fail again. Fail better.
– Samuel Beckett (via adrianoesteves)
Every person is a half-open door / leading to a room for everyone.
– Tomas Tranströmer, from “The Half-Finished Heaven” (via crashinglybeautiful)
Imagination must dance, must be carried beyond feeling into the aboriginal ice.
– Yeats, ‘A General Introduction for my Work’ (1937).