_jphonix

Poet now Raps

[prophetic-memory]

Jorge Luis Borges, "I Am Not Even Dust"

[desescrita]

“Every single thing becomes a word in a language that Someone or Something, night and day, writes down in a never-ending scribble, which is the history of the world, embracing Rome, Carthage, you, me, everyone, my life, which I do not understand, this anguish of being enigma, accident, and puzzle, and all the discordant languages of Babel. Behind each name lies that which has no name. Today I feel its nameless shadow tremble in the blue clarity of the compass needle, whose rule extends as far as the far seas, something like a clock glimpsed in a dream or a bird that stirs suddenly in its sleep.”

— Jorge Luis Borges, Compass

[knownasxsoftvelvetspell-deactiv]

One of my favorite writers since I was younger, Jorge Luis Borges

[cuandoyoencontreunsephora]

[thirdity]

“The idea that history might have copied history is mind-boggling enough; that history should copy literature is inconceivable.”

— Jorge Luis Borges, “The Theme of the Traitor and the Hero”

[mv11]

الجحيم هو أن تتذكر كل شيء

Hell is to remember everything

‏بورخيس

[turtleyturbo]

I loved this show as a fan of the book & wanted to draw something for Amaranta and her memory of Pietro :)

[micamicster]

Cien Años de Solidad by Gabriel Garcìa Màrquez - editions through the years

[sandushengshou]

Cien años de soledad | One Hundred Years of Solitude 1.01 "Macondo"

[weepingjedi]

“Oh, yeah, One Hundred Years of Solitude is one of my fav books of all time, it’s such a beautiful story”

Me while reading One Hundred Years of Solitude:

[quotefeeling]

“Remembering is easy for those who have memory. Forgetting is hard for those who have a heart.”

— Gabriel Garcia Marquez

[angeles-y-demonios-terrenales]

Blackpaper Gabriel García Márquez.

[humanismo-nostalgico]

[metamorphesque]

... One night a friend lent me a book of short stories by Franz Kafka. I went back to the pension where I was staying and began to read The Metamorphosis. The first line almost knocked me off the bed. I was so surprised. The first line reads, “As Gregor Samsa awoke that morning from uneasy dreams, he found himself transformed in his bed into a gigantic insect. . . .” When I read the line I thought to myself that I didn’t know anyone was allowed to write things like that. If I had known, I would have started writing a long time ago. ...

Gabriel García Márquez, The Art of Fiction No. 69 (interviewed by Peter Stone)

[perfectfeelings]

“You cannot swim for new horizons until you have courage to lose sight of the shore.”

— William Faulkner

[aseaofquotes]

William Faulkner, Absalom, Absalom!

[kafkasapartment]

From a speech at University High School commencement in Oxford, Mississippi, 1951.

[petaltexturedskies]

William Faulkner, The Sound and the Fury