Comte de Lautréamont
Road-weary, giving the horse a break,
I find myself gazing at Ju River dikes.
The Lo River is open now, free of snow.
Eminence Peak’s twilight clouds linger,
trailed halfway across empty skies, lit
colors surging elemental and swelling.
I’m sending here this moment of itself—
how it just keeps unfurling, unfurling.
- Tr. David Hinton
Quiet Night Thoughts - Li Bai (via davidwduffy)
Khizr and the prophet Ilyas (Elias) at the Fountain of Life
Folio from a Khamsa (Quintet) by Nizami. Shiraz, Iran. 1548
“film” by ernst jandl
Cesare Pavese, Diary entry (October 30, 1940)
Jean-Paul Sartre, Saint Genet
HYPOSTASIS & NEW YEAR
By Peter Gizzi
For why am I afraid to sing
the fundamental shape of awe
should I now begin to sing the silvered back of
the winter willow spear
the sparkling agate blue
would this blade and this sky free me to speak
intransitive lack –
the vowels themselves free
Of what am I afraid
Sojourn in the Whale
by Marianne Moore
Trying to open locked doors with a sword, threading
the points of needles, planting shade trees
upside down; swallowed by the opaqueness of one whom the seas
love better than they love you, Ireland—
you have lived and lived on every kind of shortage.