Sunday, April 23, 2017

Thomas the Obscure







“I think: there at the point where thought joins with me I am able to subtract myself from being, without diminishing, without changing, by means of a metamorphosis which saves me from myself, beyond any point of reference from which I might be seized.







It is the property of my thought, not to assure me of existence (as all things do, as a stone does), but to assure me of being in nothingness itself, and to invite me not to be, in order to make me feel my marvelous absence.







I think, said Thomas, and this visible, inexpressible, nonexistent Thomas I became meant that henceforth I was never there where I was, and there was not even anything mysterious about it.







My existence became entirely that of an absent person who,
in every act I performed,
produced the same act
and did not perform it.”

Maurice Blanchot

Sunday, April 9, 2017

The Holy Terrors





“Here I am trying to live, or rather, I am trying to teach the death within me how to live.”




“What uniform can I wear to hide my heavy heart? It is too heavy. It will always show. Jacques felt himself growing gloomy again. He was well aware that to live on earth a man must follow its fashions, and hearts were no longer worn.”




“One of the characteristics of the dream is that nothing surprises us in it. With no regret, we agree to live in it with strangers, completely cut off from our habits and friends.”





 


“A little too much is just enough for me.”






“At the circus, a careless mother may let her child take part in the experiments of a Chinese magician. He puts him in a box. He opens the box; it's empty. He closes it again. He opens it; the child reappears and goes back to his seat. Now it is no longer the same child. Nobody doubts it.”

Jean Cocteau

Sunday, April 2, 2017

In My Secret Life





"I saw you this morning, you were moving so fast. 
Can't seem to loosen my grip 
On the past. 
And I miss you so much, there's no one in sight. 
And we're still making love
 In my secret life. 
I smile when I am angry, 
I cheat and I lie,
 I do what I have to do to get by, 
In my secret life.”




“And I'll dance with you in Vienna, 
I'll be wearing a river's disguise. 
The hyacinth wild on my shoulder my mouth on the dew of your thighs. 
And I'll bury my soul in a scrapbook, with the photographs there and the moss. 
And I'll yield to the flood of your beauty, my cheap violin and my cross.”





“Don't call yourself a secret unless you mean to keep it.”





“-You know how to call me although such a noise now would only confuse the air 
Neither of us can forget the steps we danced the words you stretched to call me out of dust 
Yes I long for you not just as a leaf for weather or vase for hands but with a narrow human longing that makes a man refuse any fields but his own
I wait for you at an unexpected place in your journey like the rusted key or the feather you do not pick up.-..."





“Silence 
And a deeper silence 
When the crickets 
Hesitate”

Leonard Cohen