February 2012
21 posts
There can be no society without poetry, but society can never be realized as...
– octavio paz
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“We tell ourselves stories in order to live. The princess is caged in the consulate. The man with candy will lead children into the sea. The naked woman on the ledge outside the window on the sixteenth floor is a victim of accidie, or the naked woman is an exhibitionist, and it would be “interesting” to know which. We tell ourselves it makes some difference whether the naked woman is about to...
A critique is not a matter of saying that things are not right as they are. It...
– Michel Foucault, “Practicing Criticism” (via golehyas)
For Grace, After a Party →
nantes:
You do not always know what I am feeling. Last night in the warm spring air while I was blazing my tirade against someone who doesn’t interest me, it was love for you that set me afire,
and isn’t it odd? for in rooms full of strangers my most tender feelings writhe and bear the fruit of screaming. Put out your hand, isn’t there
an ashtray, suddenly, there? beside the bed? And someone...
We all have our little solipsistic delusions, ghastly intuitions of utter...
– David Foster Wallace, “Westward The Course Of Empire Takes Its Way,” Girl With Curious Hair (via abrutalkind)
She made of the motions of her wrist
The grandiose gestures
Of her thought.
– From Wallace Stevens’ “Infanta Marina” (via aclockwithouthands)