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header: Alice Oswald, Falling Awake
header: Alice Oswald, Falling Awake
the night blue cloud
November 28, 2025 at 5:43 PM
the night blue cloud
The air was blue, you could hold it in your hand. Blue.
Marguerite Duras, The Lover; tr. Barbara Bray
Marguerite Duras, The Lover; tr. Barbara Bray
November 28, 2025 at 5:18 PM
The air was blue, you could hold it in your hand. Blue.
Marguerite Duras, The Lover; tr. Barbara Bray
Marguerite Duras, The Lover; tr. Barbara Bray
Alice Oswald, Falling Awake
November 28, 2025 at 2:46 PM
Alice Oswald, Falling Awake
Alice Oswald, Falling Awake
November 28, 2025 at 2:44 PM
Alice Oswald, Falling Awake
Salvador Dali Illustration: Michel de Montaigne, The Complete Essays (1947)
November 28, 2025 at 9:01 AM
Salvador Dali Illustration: Michel de Montaigne, The Complete Essays (1947)
earlier wander, with coffee
November 28, 2025 at 8:41 AM
earlier wander, with coffee
small rain wild wind
November 28, 2025 at 7:54 AM
small rain wild wind
a dark and windy night
November 27, 2025 at 4:32 PM
a dark and windy night
Perhaps many things inside you have been transformed; perhaps somewhere, someplace deep inside your being, you have undergone important changes while you were sad.
Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet
Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet
November 27, 2025 at 7:14 AM
Perhaps many things inside you have been transformed; perhaps somewhere, someplace deep inside your being, you have undergone important changes while you were sad.
Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet
Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet
I learned not to fear infinity,
The far field, the windy cliffs of forever,
The dying of time in the white light of tomorrow,
Theodore Roethke, The Far Field
The far field, the windy cliffs of forever,
The dying of time in the white light of tomorrow,
Theodore Roethke, The Far Field
November 27, 2025 at 7:05 AM
I learned not to fear infinity,
The far field, the windy cliffs of forever,
The dying of time in the white light of tomorrow,
Theodore Roethke, The Far Field
The far field, the windy cliffs of forever,
The dying of time in the white light of tomorrow,
Theodore Roethke, The Far Field
wondrous dreams, day or night
November 26, 2025 at 4:58 PM
wondrous dreams, day or night
… we cast forth, walking or sleeping, phrases that are punctuated by questions.
Murmuring questions.
What are they worth? What do they say?
These are still more questions.
Blanchot, tr. Susan Hanson
Murmuring questions.
What are they worth? What do they say?
These are still more questions.
Blanchot, tr. Susan Hanson
November 26, 2025 at 3:22 PM
… we cast forth, walking or sleeping, phrases that are punctuated by questions.
Murmuring questions.
What are they worth? What do they say?
These are still more questions.
Blanchot, tr. Susan Hanson
Murmuring questions.
What are they worth? What do they say?
These are still more questions.
Blanchot, tr. Susan Hanson
frog on frog
November 26, 2025 at 11:12 AM
frog on frog
of early morning
November 26, 2025 at 7:49 AM
of early morning
To be up early in winter is to wait for the light.
Tarkovsky
Tarkovsky
November 26, 2025 at 7:45 AM
To be up early in winter is to wait for the light.
Tarkovsky
Tarkovsky
good night moon and you
November 25, 2025 at 4:54 PM
good night moon and you
the spoon rest
November 25, 2025 at 11:04 AM
the spoon rest
There is a life and there is a death, and there are beauty and melancholy between.
Camus, Notebooks 1935-1942
Camus, Notebooks 1935-1942
November 25, 2025 at 10:29 AM
There is a life and there is a death, and there are beauty and melancholy between.
Camus, Notebooks 1935-1942
Camus, Notebooks 1935-1942