Jun 22
There’s something terrible about the way [...] that summer insists on happening.
David Szalay, Flesh
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There’s something terrible about the way [...] that summer insists on happening.
David Szalay, Flesh
Every summer seemed immobile and eternal.
Mircea Cărtărescu, Solenoid, tr. Sean Cotter
Spring opens like a blade there.
Anne Carson, Glass, Irony and God; from 'The Glass Essay'
Summer arrived with all its too-bright impetuousness...
Kristín Eiríksdóttir, A Fist or a Heart, tr. Larissa Kyzer
It was a terrible spring day—the air overfull with pollen, the grasses a screaming green…
Yael van der Wouden, The Safekeep
The weather was repulsive.
Scott Spencer, Endless Love
The merest atmospheric variation jeopardizes my plans, not to speak of my convictions. This kind of dependency—the most humiliating kind—unfailingly lays me low, even as it dissipates what few illusions remain as to my possibilities of being free and as to freedom itself.
E. M. Cioran, The Trouble With Being Born, tr. Richard Howard
[...] summer is a slow plague.
Alejandra Pizarnik, Selected Poems; from ‘Poems Uncollected in Books (1956–1960)’, tr. Cecilia Rossi