Blessed Rage For Order
It took me even longer to understand that, once you have reached a certain age, you can no longer suffer one loss at a time, that loss is cumulative and, with each new experience of it, all your old losses will join forces and come back en masse to haunt you again.
Diane Schoemperlen, Our Lady of the Lost and Found (2001)
Tragedy was foresworn, in ritual denial of the ripe knowledge that we are drawing away from one another, that we share only one thing, share the fear of belonging to another, or to others, or to God; love or money, tender equated in advertising and the world, where only money is currency, and under dead trees and brittle ornaments prehensile hands exchange forgeries of what the heart dare not surrender.
William Gaddis, The Recognitions (1955), p. 103
Reblogged from theblindingnight
Ran Ortner - Swell, 2006 - oil on canvas
HOW THE HELL
(Source: likeafieldmouse)