these four words

random thoughts

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[equatorjournal]

Feng Guo | Block Island, 2015. Acrylic on found book.

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[wavingtovirginia]

She felt very young; at the same time unspeakably aged. She sliced like a knife through everything; at the same time was outside, looking on. She had a perpetual sense,… of being out, out, far out to sea and alone.

Virginia Woolf, Mrs Dalloway  (via smellslikemilk)

[wordsnquotes]

I do not speak as I think, I do not think as I should, and so it all goes on in helpless darkness.

Franz Kafka, The Metamorphosis (via wzruszenia)

[thibaudcharons]

Sven de Vries for Glass Magazine Spring 2016 by Léa Nielsen

[antigonick]

Plus il comprend, plus il souffre. Plus il sait, plus il est déchiré. Mais sa lucidité est à la mesure de son chagrin et sa ténacité à celle de son désespoir.The more he understands, the more he suffers. The more he knows, the more he is torn apart. And yet his lucidity grows with his sorrow and his tenacity with his despair.

René Char, excerpt of Crible (Riddled, my translation)

[hildeeveraert]

Aby Warburg • Mnemosyne Atlas - Started 1924- Left Unfinished 1929

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[ghostlywriterr]

Château de Versailles, France.

[niktipolos]

That’s the best thing about language: every time you use a word you are summoning so many other things—all the times that word has ever been used. I know this sounds a little psychedelic, but maybe I have an ancestor one hundred years ago who used this word that I choose to write now. What does it mean that everything that we are writing is recycled? Words are full of ghosts. Poetry is full of ghosts.

Morgan Parker, LaTasha N. Nevada Diggs & Morgan Parker. (via soracities)

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[thecracoviandispatch]

Yours sincerely Szymon Zürn

[hplyrikz]

You see I usually find myself among strangers because I drift here and there trying to forget the sad things that happened to me.

F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby (via midneight)

[maninsun]

The need to go astray, to be destroyed, is an extremely private, distant, passionate, turbulent truth.

Georges Bataille (via maninsun)

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

I am, incarnate, rapture and melancholy. I feel intensely every little thing…Sometimes I think that I have experienced…every emotion, that is, the emotions I have not physically felt I have imagined so vividly as to make them real to me. And what life I have lived I have lived doubly, actually and symbolically.

Edna St. Vincent Millay, from a diary entry featured in “What Lips My Lips Have Kissed; The Loves and Love Poems of Edna St. Vincent Millay,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

[nemophilies-deactivated20190428]

One does not find solitude, one creates it. Solitude is created alone. I have created it. Because I decided that here was where I should be alone, that I would be alone to write books. It happened this way. I was alone in this house. I shut myself in—of course, I was afraid. And then I began to love it. This house became the house of writing. My books come from this house. From this light as well, and from the garden. From the light reflecting off the pond. It has taken me twenty years to write what I just said.

Marguerite Duras, Writing (via ecrituria)