This is my heimat,
my deep map.
They tried to prove,
through enterprise and art,
that a journey’s end exists
at the outset, as a darkened lamp
that tumbles back through
all the stages of its building
into a dream of light.
— From Joshua Edwards’ Imperial Nostalgias (via vispoetica)
The only thing I have learned from life is to endure it, never to question it, and to burn up the longing generated by this in writing.
-Karl Ove Knausgaard, “A Death in the Family” (via writteninsentences)
I shall not finish my poem.
What I have written is so sweet
The flies are beginning to torment me.
The purpose of poetry is to remind us
how difficult it is to remain just one person.