Dolomiti di Sesto (via reliablememory)

Dolomiti di Sesto (via reliablememory)

(Source: maplestreetbookshop)

Man has reached the moon, but twenty centuries ago a poet knew the enchantments that would make the moon come down to earth. Ultimately, what is the difference?
Julio Cortázar (via mythologyofblue)
Marcel Schwob’s Imaginary Lives, illustrated by Georges Barbier

Marcel Schwob’s Imaginary Lives, illustrated by Georges Barbier

Remy Charlip (via likeafieldmouse)

Remy Charlip (via likeafieldmouse)

“The history of literature is, of course, strewn with the neglected, the misunderstood, the forgotten, the never fully realized, and minor figures more influential than renowned. If one were to draw a Venn diagram comprised of each of these categories, Marcel Schwob, along with a handful of others, would be at the heart of their intersections. But how, one despairs, can a man praised so highly during his own life fall completely by the wayside posthumously, as if it was his vitality alone that kept him from obscurity?”

I have an essay on Marcel Schwob and an interview with his translator Kit Schluter up at 3:AM Magazine

(via writersnoonereads)

What is a quote? A quote (cognate with quota) is a cut, a section, a slice of someone else’s orange. You suck the slice, toss the rind, skate away. Part of what you enjoy in a documentary technique is the sense of banditry. To loot someone else’s life or sentences and make off with a point of view, which is called ‘objective’; because you can make anything into an object by treating it this way, is exciting and dangerous.

Anne Carson, ”Foam (Essay with Rhapsody): On the Sublime in Longinus and Antonioni”

“Quotations in my writing,” said Walter Benjamin on page 570 of volume 1 of his Collected Works, “are like robbers by the roadside who make an armed attack and relieve the idle passerby of his convictions.”

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Abstract Gardens (at San Francisco Botanical Garden)

Abstract Gardens (at San Francisco Botanical Garden)

To be human means to dwell in the openness of time, in defiance of the oblivion of nature, and hence to be governed by memory.
Robert Pogue Harrison, Forests: The Shadow of Civilization. (via batarde)
Head in a book

Head in a book

We don’t forget, but something vacant settles in us.
Roland Barthes, Mourning Diary (via toniiu)
Shipwrecked sailors attacked by man-eating sharks, from Sea and Land by J. W. Buel, 1889 (via freakyfauna)

Shipwrecked sailors attacked by man-eating sharks, from Sea and Land by J. W. Buel, 1889 (via freakyfauna)

Fraying, tattered, cracked, flattened, swollen, dried, scrawny, collapsed, shredded, peeling, torn, warped, weathered, faded, bristling, moldy, clenched, tangled, punctured, battered, bashed-in, scooped-out, withered, engorged, trampled, toppled, crushed, bald, listing, leaning, twisting, hanging, buried, wedged, impaled, straggling, stretched, disjointed, disembowelled, skinned, docked, gnawed, entrenched.
Rosamond Purcell, Owl’s Head