I HAVE AGREED TO PAINT A NARRATIVE ON THE CITY WALLS.”
—EVAN S. CONNELL, JR.
SHOULD I MARK MORE THAN SHINING HOURS?
. . .
I HAVE AGREED TO PAINT A NARRATIVE ON THE CITY WALLS.
I HAVE NOW BEEN AT WORK MANY YEARS,
THERE IS SO MUCH TO BE TOLD.
“She had seen fear: the terrible helpless fear that rises up out of sadness and despair and is no longer attached to anything - the helpless fear that is tied only to nothingness. Not fear or anxiety or despair about a person or a situation, nothing, nothing, only the exposure, the vulnerability, being cast loose from all certainties, from all dignity, from all love. The man offered it up to her so shamelessly that it felt to Marie like she was seeing him physically naked. No cry out loud, no contortion of his face or hands, he was simply uncovered, he stood in the middle of the room, the focal point and bull’s-eye for all the poisoned arrows being shot at him from beyond life.” —Hans Keilson, Comedy in a Minor Key (via fuckyeahexistentialism)
“I learn a great deal by merely observing you, and letting you talk as long as you please, and taking note of what you do not say.” —(via travellingcomets)
“Whales have been evolving for thirty million years. To our one million. A sperm whale’s brain is seven times the size of mine… The great size of his body has little to do with the great size of his brain, other than as a place to keep it. I have What If fantasies… What if the catalyst or the key to understanding creation lay somewhere in the immense mind of the whale? … Some species go for months without eating anything. Just completely idle.. So they have this incredible mental apparatus and no one has the least notion what they do with it. Lilly says that the most logical supposition, based on physiological and ecological evidence, is that they contemplate the universe… Suppose God came back from wherever it is he’s been and asked us smilingly if we’d figure it out yet. Suppose he wanted to know if it had finally occurred to us to ask the whale. And then he sort of looked around and he said, “By the way, where are the whales?” —
“A topography of the soul—that’s what you are. […] you have done more for God than all the philosophers and priests taken together.” —Tsvetaeva to Rilke, 12 May 1926 (via leopoldgursky)