altern_current's profile picture. ここにいなくていい Baroque High Modernism Lone wight, and at a lonely loom, His busy shadow on the wall.

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ここにいなくていい Baroque High Modernism Lone wight, and at a lonely loom, His busy shadow on the wall.

The so-called inadequacy of language has never convinced me: I think language is perfectly capable in the right hands. It’s thinking, whatever one thinks it is, that comes up short


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The grimmer version of ‚Necessity is the mother of invention‘: οὐδὲν γὰρ τοῦ πάσχειν εὑρετικώτερον - there is nothing more inventive than suffering Epistles 34.3, St. Gregory of Nazianus


Yes, you, like a ghostly cricket, creaking where a house was burned: "Dust and ashes, dead and done with, Venice spent what Venice earned. "The soul, doubtless, is immortal—where a soul can be discerned. —Browning, “A Toccata of Galuppi’s”


I joy because the quails come; would not joy Could I bring quails here when I have a mind: This Quiet, all it hath a mind to, doth. 'Esteemeth stars the outposts of its couch, But never spends much thought nor care that way. —Browning, “Caliban Upon Setebos”


Love matters about as much to me as the sky’s blueness; and truthfully, much less


Some people act like there really is a dignity that inheres, and strain against the grip of that dignity upon the human person. The correctives are injustice and disaster: Fortune’s Wheel and Time’s Scythe. Pyramids are erected only in deserts.


It is a great Pity that People should by associating themselves with the finest things spoil them. —Keats


Letters without innocence: V, O, I. Phonetically, the Spanish for “I go”; Italian for “you” (containing the Italian “I”); with liberties, the French “way”; and every tree a chimera of these three glyphs


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'The great direction which Burton has left to men disordered like you, is this: Be not solitary; be not idle: which I would thus modify—If you are idle, be not solitary; if you are solitary, be not idle.' Samuel Johnson


“Time which antiquates Antiquities, and hath an art to make dust of all things, hath yet spared these minor Monuments.” —Thomas Browne, “Urne-Buriall”


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Time: I, that please some, try all, both joy and terror Of good and bad, that makes and unfolds error, Now take upon me, in the name of Time, To use my wings… —The Winter’s Tale, IV.i


"Because he did so yesterday with me, And otherwise with such another brute, So must he do henceforth and always." —Ay? Would teach the reasoning couple what "must" means! 'Doth as he likes, or wherefore Lord? So He. —Browning, “Caliban upon Setebos”


Who clipped the lion’s wings And flea’d his rump and pared his claws? Thought Burbank, meditating on Time’s ruins, and the seven laws. —Eliot, “Burbank with a Baedeker”


…matters of any consequence are…polygonal; and the trotting round a polygon is severe work for people any way stiff in their opinions. For myself, I am never satisfied that I have handled a subject properly till I have contradicted myself at least three times. —John Ruskin


The weather and the giant of the weather, Say the weather, the mere weather, the mere air: An abstraction blooded, as a man by thought. It feels good as it is without the giant, A thinker of the first idea. —Stevens, “Supreme Fiction”


Oh, la…le pauvre! I shall run before him, With a curious puffing. He will bend his ear then. I shall whisper Heavenly labials in a world of gutturals. It will undo him. —Stevens, “The Plot Against the Giant”


“…Nietzsche: Who He Was and What He Stood For, by M. A. Mugge, Ph.D. All those capitals were formerly for God.” —Gass, On Being Blue What a line


You lie In silence upon your bed. You clutch the corner Of the pillow in your hand. You writhe and press A bitter utterance from your writhing, dumb, Yet voluble of dumb violence. —who else, “Supreme Fiction”


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