māris šteinbergs

“Meanwhile we arrived at our lane and the sight of the olive tree rubbed me the wrong way. I began to see that no spot is less habitable than a place where one has been happy.”
― Cesare Pavese, La Playa

“The poet goes there
then returns to the light with his songs
and scatters them

Of this poetry
there remains to me
that nothing of inexhaustible secrecy.”
― Giuseppe Ungaretti, Giuseppe Ungaretti: Selected Poetry

“You see, carrots become bright orange because it’s so dark in the ground. They make their own light because the sun never reaches that far—like those fish in the ocean who glow from nothing? So when you eat it, you take in the carrot’s will to go upward. To heaven.”
― Ocean Vuong, The Emperor of Gladness

“Once dead, there will not lack pious hands to hurl me over the banister; my sepulchre shall be the unfathomable air: my body will sink lengthily and will corrupt and dissolve in the wind engendered by the fall, which is infinite”
― Jorge Luis Borges, Ficciones