Tuesday, May 8, 2012

129. THE ...

The eternal silence of these infinite spaces frightens me.

{Blaise Pascal, Pensées}

Monday, May 7, 2012

128. ITS ...

'Its aim is to irritate, provoke and exhaust the emotions.'

{Nancy Mitford, Don't Tell Alfred}

Sunday, May 6, 2012

127. NO ...

No bird soars too high, if he soars with his own wings.

{William Blake, Proverbs of Hell}

Saturday, May 5, 2012

126. WALKING ...


walking the city, taking the streets as they come,
down to the river, over the bridge and away
we run ...

{Bridget St. John, I Like To Be With You In The Sun}

Friday, May 4, 2012

125. THUS ...

Thus in reading, a lonely, quiet concert is given
for our minds, and they in turn, less noisily,
reach its meaning.

{Stéphane Mellarmé, The Book: A Spiritual Instrument}

Thursday, May 3, 2012

124. MY ...

My eyes have no memory; 
my steps, no plan.

{Simone de Beauvoir, America Day By Day}

Wednesday, May 2, 2012

123. I ...

I began with no memory,
I began with no future,
but I looked for that moment
when the mind was halved by a horizon.

{Derek Walcott, Names}

Tuesday, May 1, 2012

122. WHAT ...

What is most true is poetic.

{Helene Cixous, We Are Already In The Jaws Of The Book}

Monday, April 30, 2012

121. IT ...

It was that moment before the lamps go on,
when the atmosphere has that exciting blue
clarity of the nocturnal scenes in old silent films, 
a colour of water that holds a few drops of ink.

{Tennessee Williams, The Roman Spring of Mrs Stone}

Sunday, April 29, 2012

120. OFTEN ...

Often she found herself sitting and looking,
sitting and looking, with her work in her hands
until she became the thing she looked at –
that light for example.

{Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse}

Saturday, April 28, 2012

119. A ...

A variety of birds, multi-coloured, have acquired a
phony imperturbable air of, "I don't give a shit,
mate, but that worm and that crust of bread you've
chucked on the lawn, is MINE!"

{Hone Tuwhare, Caretaker's report from Tomarata Estate}

Friday, April 27, 2012

118. HOW ...

How wonderful are your gracious wonders!
All we can do is be amazed and stammer and fall silent
Because intellect and words fail.

{Edith Stein, I Will Remain With You}

Thursday, April 26, 2012

117. I'M ...

I'm hungry, always hungry, 
a man should not be hungry,
so I'll have to become a dog– 
but how?

{Vladimir Slepian, Fils de Chien}

Wednesday, April 25, 2012

116. THAT ...

That wonderful creature–she became fluid;
she became light; she became every colour
and flame, and finally she resolved into 
miraculous spirals of flames wafted
towards the Infinite. 

{Isadora Duncan, My Life}