Charles

“Come back! Even as a shadow, / Even as a dream. — Euripides, Herakles (Oxford University Press February 1, 2001) First published January 1, 417.”
― Euripides, Heracles and Other Plays

“Space mildews at our touch.
The leaves of the poplar, slowly moving—
aren’t they moth-white, there in the moonbeams?
A million insects die every twilight,
no one even finds their corpses.
Death, slowly moving among the bleached clouds,
knows us better than we know ourselves.
I am gliding backward away from those who knew me
as the moon grows thinner and finally shuts its lantern.
I can be replaced a thousand times,
a box containing death.
When you put out your hand to touch me
you are already reaching toward an empty space.
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— Adrienne Rich, “Moth Hour,” Necessities of Life<.i>(Norton January 1, 1966)”
― Adrienne Rich, Necessities of Life

“Any and all water is the colour of drowning”
― Emil M. Cioran

“The light of the eyes in the house of the crow. Here the gods'
voices break and some will never sing again, but some come closer
and whisper. Never their names.

There are no hinges. One side of a door is simply forgotten in
the other.

In the windows the permissions appear, already lit, unasked, but
the wind is the wind of parsimony, and the shadows, which are
numerous and large, strain at their slender leashes. One fine day the
first knives come through the mirrors, like fins of sharks. The images
heal, but imperfectly.

We discover parts of ourselves which came to exist under this
influential sign.”
― W.S. Merwin, The Moving Target