January 2012
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2011 Endings/2012 Beginnings
December sunburn
Empanadas (hecho de M.)
Mapping the sky (Alpha Centauri, a double star)
Tourists
A deadline
A state of catatonia
December 2011
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I have walked much to the sea, not knowing what I seek.
– Loren Eiseley, “The Inner Galaxy,” from The Unexpected Universe
(touba)
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The stars do not know us.
-Rilke, from Uncollected Poems
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It’s precisely the disappointing stories, which have no proper ending and...
– Max Frisch
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The lightest particles gather the energy, he says, and given their density, outweigh stars.
-Rosmarie Waldrop, from “Conversation 12: On Hieroglyphs,” Reluctant Gravities +
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“The recoil from “survival” as a category of art historical attention is attributable to its basic impurity; Nachleben [afterlife] is impure in much the way Leben [life] itself is. Both are messy, cluttered, muddled, various, haphazard, retentive, protean, liquid, oceanic in scope and complexity, impervious to analytical organization.”
—Georges Didi-Huberman, “Artistic Survival:...
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Give not thyself up, then, to fire, lest it invert thee, deaden thee; as for the...
– Herman Melville, Moby-Dick, chapter 96
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I certainly was not planning to embark on anything so long, I wanted to write books that did not exceed the capacity of my head, if I can put it that way, that I could skim through panoptically. But something like a wave began to get bigger and bigger and to engulf me, as though it was saying to me “Don’t be so cautious with your own life.”
-Pascal Quignard, from Wandering Shadows...
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We go forward and backward, and there is no place.
-Rosmarie Waldrop, from “Conversation 4: On Place,” Reluctant Gravities +
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Every vision of the past is a vision of the blind.
– Jacques Roubaud, The Loop
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When the sea subsides into utter calm, changing clouds caught in its clarity, then fishermen say the sea is thinking about itself.
-Keith Waldrop, from “Shipwreck in Haven, Part Four,” Transcendental Studies: A Trilogy +
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