Wednesday, December 22, 2010

Friday, December 3, 2010

Sunday, November 28, 2010

Monday, August 16, 2010

Tuesday, June 29, 2010


To the elements it came from
Everything will return.
Our bodies to earth,
Our blood to water,
Heat to fire,
Breath to air.


Sunday, June 20, 2010

Tuesday, June 8, 2010

the story

And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain,
 To tell my story. 
The rest is silence. 


Sunday, April 25, 2010

library forest

And several times, said Austerlitz, birds which had lost their way in the library forest flew into the mirror images of the trees in the reading room, said Austerlitz, I thought at length about the way in which such unforeseen accidents, the fall of a single creature to its death when diverted from its natural path, or the recurrent symptoms of paralysis affecting the electronic data retrieval system, relate to the Cartesian overall plan of the Bibliotheque Nationale, and I came to the conclusion that in any project we design and develop, the size and degree of complexity of the information and control systems inscribe in it are the crucial factors, so that the all-embracing and absolute perfection of the concept can in practice coincide, indeed ultimately must coincide, with its chronic dysfunction and constitutional instability.

W.G Sebald

Thursday, April 15, 2010

Thursday, April 8, 2010

necessary condition for an image

daily grind

And as they say, the incident is closed/ The daily grind has wrecked the love boat 

Mayakovsky 1987

Friday, March 19, 2010

Monday, February 8, 2010


the sun is out
out of me, for alas,
when it warms me 
and i see it,
its no longer,
inside me

Wednesday, January 27, 2010


Quel enthousiasme d'une ombre pour un fantôme

P. Valery


 The man with the red hat 
And the polar bear, is he here too? 
The window giving on shade, 
Is that here too? 
And all the little helps, 
My initials in the sky, 
The hay of an arctic summer night? 

The bear
Drops dead in sight of the window.
Lovely tribes have just moved to the north.
In the flickering evening the martins grow denser.
Rivers of wings surround us and vast tribulation. 

John Ashbery 

Tuesday, January 19, 2010

melancholic solid


“hold,” in Hamlet’s words, “a mirror up to nature.”


Tuesday, January 12, 2010


Stone walls and chains do not make a prison