March 2012
107 posts
“The sea has no renewal, no forgetting,
no variety of death,
is silent with the...”
– Basil Bunting, from “Villon” (via proustitute)
“When one is the site of so much pain, one must pray
to be abandoned. When...”
– Katie Ford, from “Colosseum” (via proustitute)
“This present tragedy will eventually
turn into myth, and in the mist
of that...”
– Joyce Sutphen, from “Naming the Stars” (via proustitute)
“Solitude gives birth to the original in us, to beauty unfamiliar and perilous—to...”
– Thomas Mann, Death in Venice and Other Tales (tr. unknown) [via redvelvetteacake] (via skibinskipedia) 