So The Truth Is He Didn't Fall In Love Either, He Fell Into Faith

Do not seek the because - in love there is no because, no reason, no explanation, no solutions.

Anaïs Nin, Henry and June

FOR RENT: / an empty sky

- Agata Tuszyńska, Classified Ads tr. Regina Grol

Look how much sadness you can make from showing sadness restrained.

- Heather Christle, The Crying Book

Rock paintings in the Chauvet Cave (France), some of the oldest cave paintings in the world.

They date back 30 – 32,000 years ago, from the Aurignacian tradition of the Upper Paleolithic.  The cave was closed off by a rock fall around 20,000 years ago, and was rediscovered in 1994.

‘Agamemnon,’ Aeschylus (translated by Anne Carson)

Raptures could be little or large, could come one after the other in a torrent, or singly and separated by long dullness. For him life was a constant drama of seeing and blindness, but, when seeing, the world would suddenly seem to him laden.

Niall Williams, History of the Rain

“Then when G-d asks [Cain], ‘Where is your brother Abel?’ he arrogantly responds, ‘I do not know. Am I my brother’s keeper?’ In essence, the entire Bible is written as an affirmative response to this question.”

— Rabbi Joseph Telushkin, Jewish Literacy (via levoneh)

here's Love and Death in the same breath

Niall Williams, History of the Rain

What good is accuracy amidst the perpetual scattering that unspools the world.

Ada Limón, It’s The Season I Often Mistake

For why is it meaningless to write with no other function than to assuage fear? Doesn’t that function in itself have a meaning? And why fear the dismantling of language’s semantic function, its being representational of meaning, when that is but one more fear that will drive those in opposition to écriture to write?

Mary Ruefle, On Fear