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"The other day I noticed Beckett along one of the footpaths in the Luxembourg Gardens, reading a newspaper in a way that reminded me of one of his characters. He was seated in a chair, lost in thought, as he usually is. He looked rather unwell. I didn’t dare approach him. What would I say? I like him so much but it’s better that we not speak. He is so discreet! Conversation is a form of play-acting that requires a certain lack of restraint. It’s a game which Beckett wasn’t made for. Everything about him bespeaks a silent monologue."

— Emil Cioran, September 1968

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"On fine October days, as you come out of the Radetzkystrasse, you can see by the Municipal Theatre a group of trees in the sunshine. The first tree, which stands in front of those dark-red cherry trees that bear no fruit, is so ablaze with autumn, such an immense patch of gold, that it looks like a torch dropped by an angel. And now it is burning, and the autumn wind and frost cannot put it out.
Who, faced with this tree, is going to talk to me about falling leaves and the white death? Who will prevent me from holding it with my eyes and believing that it will always glow before me as it does at this moment and that it is not subject to the laws of the world?"

— Ingeborg Bachmann, “Youth in an Austrian Town”

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Dante’s Inferno, title page

Dante’s Inferno, title page

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andlohespoke:

Page 53 from CA Conrad’s “The Book of Frank”

andlohespoke:

Page 53 from CA Conrad’s “The Book of Frank”

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"Do you know the sign of being lost in thought? The sign of the lumberyard which survives solidly, oxidized to its best red, until being struck [in its permanence] and made absolute black dust [in a single moment]?"

— Heriberto Yépez, “[Language] Belated” (trans. Nathaniel Tarn)

(Source: poemsandpoetics.blogspot.com)

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Odessa, Ukraine.

Odessa, Ukraine.

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furtho:

Children’s playground, Russia (via ФотоТелеграф)

furtho:

Children’s playground, Russia (via ФотоТелеграф)

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"We suffer from a repression of the sublime."

— Roberto Assagioli, Psychosynthesis (via proustitute)

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mythologyofblue:

Niina Vatanen, A Portrait of an Invisible Woman, 2014 (via mpdrolet)

mythologyofblue:

Niina Vatanen, A Portrait of an Invisible Woman, 2014 (via mpdrolet)

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cinoh:

José Luis Torres, Mutations, mixed media. 2014.

cinoh:

José Luis Torres, Mutations, mixed media. 2014.

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