The Spherical Staircase

Then the silence deepened

It’s hard to be happy. Some people have the gift of pulling themselves up and out and saying there is more to life than just tragedy. And then there are those who can’t and I’m one of them. Do you believe it when people say they’re happy?

Maurice Sendak, “Wild Things,”The New Yorker

(TIME, THE CAUSE OF TEARS, FLOWS)

Macedonio Fernández, The Museum of Eterna’s Novel (The First Good Novel)

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Glenda Lissette, I’ve Been Waiting for You, 85/366, 2012

iheartmyart:

Glenda Lissette, I’ve Been Waiting for You, 85/366, 2012

The force of mind is only as great as its expression; its depth only as deep as its power to expand and lose itself.

Hegel (via inthenoosphere)

I’d like to get away from earth awhile
And then come back to it and begin over.
May no fate willfully misunderstand me
And half grant what I wish and snatch me away
Not to return. Earth’s the right place for love:
I don’t know where it’s likely to go better.

Robert Frost, “Birches”

Portugal Adventures, 2011

Portugal Adventures, 2011

The names of the minerals and the minerals themselves do not differ from each other, because at the bottom of both the material and the print is the beginning of an abyssmal number of fissures. Words and rocks contain a language that follows a syntax of splits and ruptures. Look at any word long enough and you will see it open up into a series of faults, into a terrain of particles each containing its own void. This discomforting language of fragmentation offers no easy gestalt solution; the certainties of didactic discourse are hurled into the erosion of the poetic principle.

Robert Smithson, Writings

Reality is composed not of a number of things but of a process of continual creation and destruction.

Heraclitus (via inthenoosphere)

If, forgetting the respect due to the Creator, I were to attempt a criticism of creation, I would say ‘Less matter, more form!’ Ah, what relief it would be for the world to lose some of its contents.

Bruno Schulz, “Tailors’ Dummies,” The Street of Crocodiles

Beauty is composed of an eternal, invariable element whose quantity is extremely difficult to determine, and a relative element which might be, either by turns or all at once, period, fashion, moral, passion.

Jean-Luc Godard. (via colettesaintyves)