Wednesday 29 January 2014

by the light pond

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~~~ and yet dawn and sunset seem to be one, and we seem to live our lives backwards, as it were, shadow upon shadow upon shadow 
and it doesn't matter whether we ask endless questions or none at all 
so let us all play 
play now~~~







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Monday 20 January 2014

Tuesday 7 January 2014

post-rapture city, night-drive

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Have you ever considered, beloved Other, how invisible we all are to each other? Have you ever thought about how little we know each other? We look at each other without seeing. We listen to each other and hear only a voice inside ourself.






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The words of others are mistakes of our hearing, shipwrecks of our understanding. How confidently we believe in our meanings of other people’s words. We hear death in words they speak to express sensual bliss. We read sensuality and life in words they drop from their lips without the slightest intention of being profound.







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The voice of brooks that you interpret, pure explicator … The voice of trees whose rustling means what we say it means … Ah, my unknown love, this is all just us and our fantasies, all ash, trickling down the bars of our cell!





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from: The Book of Disquiet, Fernando Pessoa