January 2012
255 posts
Life continues, and some mornings, weary of the noise, discouraged by the...
– Albert Camus, “Letter to P.B.”, Lyrical and Critical Essays, 1970. [via redvelvetteacake] (via skibinskipedia)
love’s function is to fabricate unknownness
– e. e. cummings, from 100 Selected Poems (via proustitute)
The balance is not in the stillness
but the way
the water pours from you
as...
– Paavo Haavikko, from “Trees, Their Legacy of Green,” trans. Richard Sieburth (via ekphora) (via proustitute)
Do not speak—unless it improves on silence.
– Unknown Buddhist sage (via proustitute)
With the passing of the years, the more I thought about it, the more clearly I...
– Gail Hareven, The Confessions of Noa Weber, translated from Hebrew by Dalya Bilu (2009)
The poet is a man who feigns
And feigns so thoroughly, at last
He manages to...
– Fernando Pessoa, from “Autopsychography,” trans. Edouardo Roditi (via proustitute)