i am
allowing i am
wanting
another place to live
until this body calms down
— Rachel Alexandra Kass, from “A Lone”
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- Poem: the château of my heart. Photo: via Mennyfox55
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I can't sleep…
i am
allowing i am
wanting
another place to live
until this body calms down
— Rachel Alexandra Kass, from “A Lone”
Notes:
As he grew older, his life turned into an agreeable routine, with enough human contact to sustain and divert, but not disturb, him. He knew the contentment of feeling less. His emotional life was recast as a social life. He was on nodding and smiling terms with many… He prized stoicism and calm, which he had achieved less through some exercise of philosophy, more from a slow growth within him; a growth like coral, which in most weathers was strong enough to keep out the ocean breakers. Except when it wasn’t.
~ Julian Barnes, The Only Story (Alfred A. Knopf, April 17, 2018)
Art: Phenomenon no. 1 by WanJim Gim (Seoul, Korea)
Those two or three seconds of silence! Two or three seconds when nothing happened, a moment of suspension. The beauty of that silence! That lull. That pause, when nothing happened. Absolutely nothing. “Zurückbleiben” emanating from a different throat at every station, here a woman’s, there a man’s, with slight variations in stress, sometimes placed on zurück, sometimes on bleiben: the word was magical, narcotic. After Zurückbleiben everything came to a halt, stopped short, the history of the world paused momentarily.
~ Adam Zagajewski, Slight Exaggeration: An Essay
Source: Your Eyes Blaze Out
In the darkness he was looking sideways at me. I said nothing for a moment; there had seemed to be some special emphasis on the last sentence.
‘Is this also what you meant by being psychic?’ ‘
It is what I mean by hazard. There comes a time in each life like a point of fulcrum. At that time you must accept yourself. It is not any more what you will become. It is what you are and always will be. You are too young to know this. You are still becoming. Not being.’
‘Perhaps.’
‘Not perhaps. For certain.’
‘What happens if one doesn’t recognize the… point of fulcrum?’ …
‘You will be like the many. Only the few recognize this moment. And act on it.’
‘The elect?’
‘The elect.’
~ John Fowles, The Magus
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