September 2011
1 post
August 2011
1 post
July 2011
1 post
June 2011
2 posts
One becomes so tender, fears that a shadow falling on the paper might hurt it.
May 2011
4 posts
Progression,
that is, progression forward from this place is a mistake that follows thinking as the shadow that thinking itself casts.
April 2011
5 posts
chèr ignoble →
ptolemics
Mortal am I, the creature of a day – and yet I trace the secret pathways of the stars, No longer tread the earth, but there with Zeus Break bread and share the food Of everlasting life.
Claudius Ptolemy, writing in about AD150.
what was its fascination? indeed; a brief...
Honeysuckle vines climbed in and out of the lattice and held together the fleshless bones. The heavy head had fallen to the side, the huge dumb head of a mule, and a third hole gaped above the eyes. Its legs were coiled and wrapped around each other, loosed by the decaying skin. Green clumps of mud-clogged grass grew at the end of each leg, thriving on the rotten hooves, and one front leg lay in...
March 2011
4 posts
JADB →
February 2011
3 posts
ifaddaq
(reader submitted)
January 2011
8 posts
There is no other secret behind the curtain. All adventure, all love, every success is resumed in the supreme energy of an act of renunciation. It is the uttermost limit of our power; it is the most potent and effective force at our disposal on which rest the labours of a solitary man in his study, the rock on which have been built commonwealths whose might casts a dwarfing shadow upon two oceans.
She floated at the starting point of a long journey, very still in an immense stillness, the shadows of her spars flung far to the eastward by the setting sun.
That great corpus enshadowed him from all beyond.
on the brink
“limit and transgression depend on each other for whatever density of being they possess: a limit could not exist if it were absolutely uncrossable and, reciprocally, transgression would be pointless if it merely crossed a limit composed of illusions and shadows”
"Begun in May 1999, during the Nato bombings of...
“Post-war” means nothing. What fools called “peace” simply meant moving away from the front. Fools defended peace by supporting the armed wing of money. Beyond the next dune the clashes continued. The fangs of chimerical beasts sinking into flesh, the heavens full of steel and smoke, whole cultures uprooted from the earth. Fools fought the enemies of today by bankrolling...
XLVI
For in and out, above, about, below,
‘Tis nothing but a Magic Shadow-show,
Play’d in a Box whose Candle is the Sun,
Round which we Phantom Figures come and go.
XLVII
And if the Wine you drink, the Lip you press,
End in Nothing all Things end in - Yes -
Then fancy while Thou art, Thou art but what
Thou shalt be - Nothing - Thou shalt not be less.
Moayeri
In my small hut at night
The flame from the brazier leaps on the wall,
Wet wood burning, as my heart burns.
‘One end burns and the other bleeds.’
All the landscape outside lies thick with snow
Like a woman dressed in white silk,
And the wind comes murmuring my name,
A small wind bringing a message to me.
Where are you? You who are loved and lost,
Does my fiery singing make...
December 2010
4 posts
November 2010
5 posts
Reinaldo wanted to know what kind of message and she said something about visions, the moon, pictures in the sand, the reading she did at home, in the kitchen, sitting at the kitchen table when her visitors had gone, the newspaper, the newspapers, the things she read, the shadows that watched her through the window, though they weren’t shadows, which meant they weren’t watching, it was...
oh, that multitudinous fence
Sora ni Mau Maboroshi (A dancing chimera in the sky)
Lyrics: Jimmy Murakawa, Aki Ikuta
Translation from Japanese: Johnny Barrett
In a dream an English hat
Floating on the water edge,
A zebra running wild
Round a burning cow
As the sun finally sinks
A pitch black sky
Hides the footsteps
Of yesterday’s tracks
A dancing chimera in the sky
Adorns your hair
Scattered petals dance
In the...
Insolvent debtors of a minor grade, together with the promiscuous lame ducks of morality, found in the navy a convenient and secure refuge, secure because, once enlisted aboard a King’s ship, they were as much in sanctuary as the transgressor of the Middle Ages harboring himself under the shadow of the altar.
The One remains, the many change and pass;
Heaven’s light forever shines, Earth’s shadows fly;
Life, like a dome of many-coloured glass,
Stains the white radiance of Eternity,
Until Death tramples it to fragments.—Die,
If thou wouldst be with that which thou dost seek! (460–65)
ceiling shadows shimmy by
thx daniel
October 2010
3 posts
“because he can’t stand the shadow of a man flickering around the edges of a house”
at the polar museum
The sun was dipping low above the Pole, the barrier was almost in shadow. And the sky was blazing - sheets and sheets of iridescent clouds. The cairn and cross stood dark against a glory of burnished gold.
Apsley Cherry-Garrard
September 2010
4 posts
The shadows that crept imperceptibly across the inside of the cottage, creating angles where none had existed before, vague sketches that suddenly appeared on the walls, circles that faded like mute explosions.
uh, found on myspace
In your presence even my shadow acquires the sensation of touch. I love your eyes, I know they can stare through my thoughts. I relentlessly desire cotton candy lollipops. What wonderful vibrations you are capable of. Your reflections bring happiness that rends naked glass. If I could have just one wish, it would be to wake up to your songs in the morning. Your eyes show as many deep and full...
August 2010
9 posts
vermilion sands
He had never dwelled on memory’s delights. Impressions slid over him, vivid but ephemeral. A potter’s vermilion; the heavens laden with stars that were also gods; the moon, from which a lion had fallen; the slick feel of marble beneath slow sensitive fingertips; the taste of wild boar meat, eagerly torn by his white teeth; a Phoenician word; the black shadow a lance casts on yellow sand; the...
