惡性循環

Let me have my little vicious circle. You know, the circle is the perfect geometric figure. No end, no beginning... Ðaphne

[viiciouscircle]

I offer you that kernel of myself that I have saved, somehow

—the central heart that deals not in words, traffics not with

dreams and is untouched by time, by joy, by adversities.

I offer you explanations of yourself, theories about yourself, authentic

and surprising news of yourself.

I can give you my loneliness, my darkness, the hunger of my

heart; I am trying to bribe you with uncertainty, with danger,

with defeat.

— Excerpt from Jorge Luis Borges, Two English Poems II

[viiciouscircle]

“The rooms and days we wandered through

Shrink in my mind to one – there you

Lie quite absorbed by peace – the calm

Which life could not provide is balm

In death. Unseen by me, you look

Past bed and stairs and half-read book

Eternally upon your home,

The end of pain, the left alone.

I have no friend, no intercessor,

No psychopomp or true confessor

But only you who know my heart

In every cramped and devious part –

Then take my hand and lead me out,

The sky is overcast by doubt,

The time has come, I listen for

Your words of comfort at the door,

O guide me through the shoals of fear –

‘Fürchte dich nicht, ich bin bei dir.’ “

— excerpt from Peter Porter, Exequy

[viiciouscircle]

到底何時才可以出國啦！煩耶

今年應該可以吧 或是你搭時光機到2018年

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[rudygodinez]

J.M. Schaeberle, Total Solar Eclipse, (1893)

[proustitute]

From the wound to the wound.

Edmond Jabès, from The Book of Margins, trans. Rosmarie Waldrop (via proustitute)

[dreamyfilms]

wuthering heights (2011, dir. andrea arnold)

[derangedrhythms]

Margaret Atwood, Morning in the Burned House; from ‘Half-Hanged Mary'

[sacredwhores]

Teo Hernandez - L’eau de la Seine (1983)

[theoptia]

Anaïs Nin, from Je Suis Le Plus Malade Des Surrealistes

﹙ Text ID: “You will never follow me into destruction, into death.” / “I will follow you wherever you want. I love the pain in you. There are worlds deeper down, each time we sink and are destroyed, there are deeper worlds beneath which we only reach by dying.”﹚

[exhaled-spirals]

— Philip Larkin, “Here”, in The Whitsun Weddings

[p9sh-blog]

A I A : Alien Observer (2011), Grouper.

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

George Themelis, tr. by Kimon Friar, from Modern Greek Poetry; “Spaciousness,”

[shihlun]

Jean-Luc Godard, Prénom Carmen, 1983.

[ardor-mohr]

“What cannot be said  will be wept.”

— Sappho, Fragments (ca. early 6th century BC)

“What is the source of our first suffering? It lies in the fact that we hesitated to speak….It was born in the moments when we accumulated silent things within us.”

— Gaston Bachelard, Water and Dreams (1942) 

“Words that come from the heart are never spoken, they get caught in the throat and can only be read in ones’s eyes.”

— José Saramago, The Gospel According To Jesus Christ (1991)

[equatorjournal]

[luthienne]

“—I want to change: I want to stop fear’s subtle / guidance of my life—”

— Frank Bidart, from Half-light: Collected Poems; “California Plush”