May 2012
The Echoing Silence of Your Mind
beingblog:
by Hudson Gardner, guest contributor
Separating oneself from the natural, real world is like uprooting a plant, putting it in sandy soil, watering it only to keep it alive:
you may find yourself growing,
and living,
and acting,
but there will always be something beyond, another sort of subtleness,
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journalofanobody:
It’s spring in 1827, Beethoven hoists his death-mask and sails off. The grindstones are turning in Europe’s windmills. The wild geese are flying northwards. Here is the north, here is Stockholm swimming palaces and hovels. The logs in the royal fireplace collapse from Attention to At Ease. …
“Between farewell and the absence of farewell,
The final mercy and the final...”
– Wallace Stevens, from “Like Decorations in a Nigger Cemetery” in Collected Poems (via proustitute)
April 2012
