Passage through the ice
No. 81
[Else, derived from the Old English elles, “other, otherwise, different,” which ultimately traces back to words meaning “in a foreign land.”]
Perhaps no voyage I embark upon will take me more distant than that of sliding my hand along the skin of your back.
“What guarantee is there that the five senses, taken together, do cover the whole of possible experience? They cover simply our actual experience, our human knowledge of facts or events. There are gaps between the fingers; there are gaps between the senses. In these gaps is the darkness which hides the connection between things…. This darkness is the source of our vague fears and anxieties, but also the home of the gods. They alone see the connections, the total relevance of everything that happens; that which now comes to us in bits and pieces, the ‘accidents’ which exist only in our heads, in our limited perceptions.”
Idris Parry, Kafka, Rilke, and Rumpelstiltskin
“As the lover’s danger consists in the non-spatial character of his standpoint, so the poet’s lies in his awareness of the abysses which divide the one order of sense experience from the other: in truth they are sufficiently wide and engulfing to sweep away from before us the greater part of the world–who knows how many worlds?”
Rilke, Primal Sound
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We say ‘forest’ but this word is made of the unknown, the unfamiliar, the unencompassed. The earth. Clods of dirt. Pebbles. On a clear day you rest among ordinary, everyday things that have been familiar to you since childhood, grass, bushes, a dog (or a cat), a chair, but that changes when you realize that every object is an enormous army, an inexhaustible swarm.Witold Gombrowicz (via mythologyofblue)
Far Islands
Paul Klee, Beginning of a Poem (via spurloser)
