human voices

till human voices wake us, and we drown. - t.s. eliot

[apoetreflects]

“I believe in a God beyond God.”

—Joseph Campbell

[thirdity]

“I see a poem as a multicolored strip behind peeling plaster, in separate shining segments. I try to connect hands and horizons, glances and the objects imprisoned in them. That’s how it is in daylight. At night […] poems are like spiraling curves that grow to completeness by themselves. The hardest thing is to hold onto them through waking into consciousness.”

— Stanisław Lem, Hospital of the Transfiguration

[luthienne]

Fady Joudah, from A Palestinian Meditation in a Time of Annihilation

[luthienne]

Hala Alyan, from The Palestine Double Standard

[quotespile]

“I’ve always been happiest when I can sit in the dark, when I can turn off my own life and watch a story unfold.”

— Rebecca Makkai, I Have Some Questions for You

[disintegrationinsilence]

[human-voices]

“The purpose of a dream is to obscure truth, not reveal it: reality comes in flashes of lightning out of dark clouds of fantasy, but it is the fantasy which it is the author’s duty to record.”

- Anthony Burgess, discussing James Joyce’s manipulation of language in Finnegan’s Wake

[human-voices]

Whatever is not conscious will be experienced as fate.

-Carl Jung

[metamorphesque]

― Albert Camus, Notebooks: 1935-1951

[human-voices]

“It takes a long time to understand nothing.”

— Edward Dahlberg

[phillenz]

"This heart within me i can feel, and I judge that it exists. This world I can touch, and I likewise judge that it exists. There ends all my knowledge, and the rest is construction. For if I try to seize this self of which I feel sure, if I try to define and to summarize it, it is nothing but water slipping through my fingers. [...] This very heart which is mine will forever remain indefinable to me. [...] Forever I shall be a stranger to myself."

~ Albert Camus, Myth of Sisyphus (1942)

[weltenwellen]

L. A. Johnson, from "Birthmark"

[human-voices]

Anna Badkhen, Bright Unbearable Reality

[metaphorformetaphor]

“When evening falls, my heart catches fire in solitude.”

— Amir Khusrau, from “Ghazal 1151,” In the Bazaar of Love: The Selected Poetry of Amir Khusrau (Penguin Global, 2012)

[human-voices]

“What is a journey for? To remember, to forget.”

-Anna Badkhen, Bright Unbearable Reality

[human-voices]

“But down here, it’s best never to be right. That’s one thing you always end up paying a very high price for.”

- Philippe Claudel, Brodeck

[exhaled-spirals]

[Y]ou had a point about language. When you get right down to it, it’s a work-around. Like trying to describe dreams with smoke signals. It’s noble, it’s maybe the most noble thing a body can do but you can’t turn a sunset into a string of grunts without losing something.

― Peter Watts, Blindsight

[fawnaura]

Christina Marie Brown, Ghost I, from My Body is a Haunted House