An Attempt To Intensify The Horror By Containing It In Symmetry.
An attempt to intensify the horror by containing it in symmetry.
- Heather Christle, The Crying Book
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We are the repetitions of the pieces of each other
Garous Abdolmalekian, Game tr. Ahmed Nadalizadeh and Idra Novey
'But you tell me profound loves do not satisfy you. You crave to give and to receive stronger sensations. I understand, but that is only a phase. You can play the game now and then, to heighten passion, but profound loves are the loves which suit your true self, and they alone will satisfy you. The more you act like yourself the nearer you come to a fulfillment of your real needs. You are still terribly afraid to be hurt; your imaginary sadism shows that. So afraid to be hurt that you want to take the lead and hurt first. I do not despair of reconciling you to your own image.'
Anaïs Nin, Henry and June
Beside the river are two things you never forget, that the moment you look at a river that moment has already passed, and that everything is on its way somewhere else.
Niall Williams, History of the Rain
if I presume to understand negative capability, am I then incapable of it, since it is the capability of being in the presence of an uncertainty without reaching to understand it? [...] If negative capability works at all, it works in reverse, a kind of negative negative capability—which would make it positive—where very real anxiety and irritability over mystery and doubt enable the poet—no, propel him—into the world of the eye, the pure perceptual habit that checks all cognitive drives, not before they’ve begun but after they’ve begun, and done their damage.
Mary Ruefle, On Fear
Much has been said and written about the ‘haiku moment’ - that it blurs the distinction between ‘subject’ and ‘object’, ‘self’ and ‘other’; that in it the perception of the essential and accidental, of the beautiful and the ugly, disappears; that it reflects things are they are in themselves.
- Yoel Hoffman, Japanese Death Poems
Thought and life are as the poles asunder.
- Virginia Woolf, Orlando
Perpendicular lines are Chekhovian; the introduced gun goes off. Parallel lines are Hitchcockian; the present bomb is enough.
- Heather Christle, The Crying Book
Still he looked; still he paused. It is these pauses that are our undoing.
- Virginia Woolf, Orlando
“I am the ocean; the earth; whatever dies for you.”
— Alice Notley, from In The Pines: Poems; “The Black Trailor (A Noir Fiction),” (via loveage-moondream)
