Serenv

“We don't even know if what ends with daylight terminates in us as useless grief, or if we are just an illusion among shadows, and reality just this vast silence without wild ducks that falls over the lakes where straight and stiff reeds swoon. We know nothing. Gone is the memory of the stories we heard as children, now so much seaweed; still to come is the tenderness of future skies, a breeze in which imprecision slowly opens into stars.”
― Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet: The Complete Edition

“The unthought hurts because we're comfortable in what's already thought.”
― Jean-François Lyotard, The Inhuman: Reflections on Time

“PARACELSUS IN EXCELSIS

Being no longer human, why should I
Pretend humanity or don the frail attire?
Men have I known and men, but never one
Was grown so free an essence, or become
So simply element as what I am.
The mist goes from the mirror and I see.
Behold! the world of forms is swept beneath-
Turmoil grown visible beneath our peace,
And we that are grown formless, rise above-
Fluids intangible that have been men,
We seem as statues round whose high-risen base
Some overflowing river is run mad,
In us alone the element of calm.”
― Ezra Pound, Personæ: The Shorter Poems

“In each word, not words but the space that, appearing, disappearing, they designate as the moving space of their appearance and their disappearance.
In each word, a response to the unexpressed, the refusal and attraction of the unexpressed.”
― Maurice Blanchot, Awaiting Oblivion