February 2012
16 posts
“here i came to the very edge where nothing at all needs saying…and every...”
– pablo neruda
history/honesty
i am reading the sense of an ending by julian barnes. i bought it from shakespeare and co which always adds a mythic dimension to book purchases (history, all that chaos, the joy of FINDING). i may have already talked about this purchase. i remember it was a portentous summer day of rising cloud and imminent storms, notre dame staring blank-eyed at the sky. i like this book.
i still read a lot...
“what are we longing for? where does all this yearning come from?”
– pina bausch
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passage
as he walked along the hot road toward the walls of Bou Noura he kept his head down, seeing nothing but the dust and the thousands of small sharp stones. he did not look up because he knew how senseless the landscape would appear; it take energy to invest life with meaning, and at present this energy was lacking; he knew how things could stand bare, their essence having retreated on all sides to...
“…and here we maunder on, in the aching, breaking cold…”
