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A Coptic magical text (Spell to Acquire a Beautiful Voice), 6th–7th century CE, from Egypt. Ink on papyrus, now part of Beinecke Rare Book and Manuscript Library at Yale University. (Translation in the comments) [4996x6640]
90% of your problems are a nervous system problem.
Anthony Goldsmith
H.D., "Winter Love (Espérance)", Hermetic Definition
Icarus
Odilon Redon
Maya Perry (American, b. 1994, New York, NY, USA, based New Haven, CT, USA) - Guarding, 2024, Paintings: Oil on Canvas
“Beyond a given point [we are] not helped by more “knowing,” but only by living and doing in a partly self-forgetful way. As Goethe put it, we must plunge into experience and then reflect on the meaning of it. All reflection and no plunging drives us mad; all plunging and no reflection, and we are brutes.”
—
Ernest Becker, The Denial of Death
(via exhaled-spirals)
“It is true that I never leave my house, but it is also true that its doors (whose number is infinite) stand open night and day to men and also to animals. Anyone who wishes to enter may do so.”
— Jorge Luis Borges, “The House of Asterion”
Clotilde
Anemone and columbine Where gloom has lain Opened in gardens Between love and disdain Made somber by the sun Our shadows meet Until the sun Is squandered by night Gods of living water Let down their hair And now you must follow A craving for shadows
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The anemone and flower that weeps have grown in the garden plain where Melancholy sleeps between Amor and Disdain There our shadows linger too that the midnight will disperse the sun that makes them dark to view will with them in dark immerse The deities of living dew Let their hair flow down entire It must be that you pursue That lovely shadow you desire
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Anemenes and buttercups Bloom in that garden Where grief slumbers Between love and disdain
Our shades too wander there Until the night dispel them And the sun vanish That made them somber
Gods of spring water Unbind their streaming hair Pass for you must follow That fair shadow you desire
translations of Guillaume Apollinaire (Donald Revell, A.S. Kline, Anne Hyde Guest), from Alcools
“The joy of meeting and the sorrow of separation … we should welcome these gifts … with our whole soul, and experience to the full, and with the same gratitude, all the sweetness or bitterness as the case may be. Meeting and separation are two forms of friendship that contain the same good, in the one case through pleasure and in the other through sorrow … Soon there will be distance between us. Let us love this distance which is wholly woven of friendship, for those who do not love each other are not separated.”
— Simone Weil in a letter to her friend Gustave Thibone, quoted in Thibone’s Simone Weil As We Knew Her (Routledge, 2003)
Understanding (6.28.26)
I want to be understood
At the same time as I
Reduce my understandings
Of others to the illusion
Of predictability, the consistency
Of what they mean to me as some
Kind of pattern. But in losing him
I learn that I never really did
I never really did understand him
Does overcoming triggers through
Belief in the knowledge of the other,
Trust in their goodness, mean understanding?
Does seeing the same person anew
Foretell fewer expectations and am I
Capable of letting them be, now,
Apart from fantasy?
I understand the gulf between
What I see in you and what you
Have the potential to become in
Yourself, just like I see
The divide between what I desire
In our collision and what happens
When you stop seeking and let
What will beckon be, and heed mystery
The understanding then is in the call
Each time I’m hailed and the seeing
Leaves me fuller and richer and hearty
With presence, rather than the response
It’s the place where my urge to be understood
Disappears, that I can understand
The other as a being totally apart
From me, and that’s their beauty
But that presents a puzzle, doesn’t it
At the chance of mutual understanding:
Can I understand while being understood?
Or must we rotate turns until we’ve withstood
Journeys to dark caverns of mind
Where your birth matched the contours
Of my disbelief at being born;
Or maybe a spite at existence
Forms wherever the other’s indifference
Makes the quest to understand superfluous
Maybe I stop understanding what
Can’t understand me, and then depart
Away, off and away until the space
Creates the possibility of merging
Again at safe distances, perhaps
Peeking surreptitiously is all that sees
Past the durable walls built to confine
Oneself from the hurt of that fated day
When understanding ends. Maybe the lesson
Portends that it wasn’t their assignment
After all, and it goes back to choice,
Maybe I’m making a mountain out of a
Mole hill and we knew each other
Immediately upon locking gazes
And the rest is all a fairy tale written
To disguise the passage of time
Warping the me who understands you
From being as simple as us two
Brecht Evens (Belgian, b. 1986, Hasselt, Belgium, based Paris, France) - Back cover of book-CD "Les Cromosaures de l'espace" (The Space Cromosaurs), written by Wladimir Anselme.
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The poet makes himself a seer by a long, prodigious, and rational disordering of all the senses. Every form of love, of suffering, of madness, he searches himself, he consumes all the poisons in him, and keeps only their quintessences.
Arthur Rimbaud, “The ‘Voyant’ Letter to Paul Demeny,” from Toward the Open Field: Poets on the Art of Poetry 1800-1950
Lou Andreas-Salomé