I finally began to think, that is to say, to listen louder.
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I finally began to think, that is to say, to listen louder.
Beckett
Museum Hours (Jem Cohen, 2012)
"I told myself from nothing nothing could be taken away.
I told myself if I had nothing the world couldn't touch me.
Were you safe then?
I was never safe, even when I was most hidden. Even then I was waiting.
The absolute erodes; the boundary, the wall around the self erodes. If I was waiting I had been invaded by time.
I think I recognize the patterns of my nature." —Louise Glück, Mutable Earth
images of hands working by the usda forest health protection service, 1970s.
Sarona Abuaker, The Hours, in Why so few women on the street at night, the87press, Sutton, 2021, pp. 32-33
“Understanding is Love’s other name.” Fire of Love (2022) dir. Sara Dosa
~ Rainer Maria Rilke (translated by Stephen Mitchell)
Museum Hours (2012), dir. Jem Cohen
Charles Simic
Philosopher in Meditation painted by Rembrandt (1606 - 1669)
there is no outcome, only eternal unfolding
The Black Tower (John Smith, 1987)
Lisa Robertson, 'Atget's Interiors', Occasional Works and Seven Walks from the Office for Soft Architecture
Akio Jissoji
- This Transient Life
1970
Not “Revelation”—’tis—that waits But our unfurnished eyes—
Emily Dickinson
“Don’t some say that peace comes when you understand? I have understood. I should be at peace. Who said that peace derives from the contemplation of order, order understood, enjoyed, realized without residuum, in joy and triumph, the end of effort?”
— Umberto Eco, Foucault’s Pendulum