Thursday, 28 June 2012

 War is so orderly that people begin to feel at home in it.

What should give us heart among all things we observe if not observation itself

In the shadows of the tide

It is only in exile that one realizes to what an important degree the world has always been a world of exiles.

Saturday, 16 June 2012


All water has a perfect memory and is forever trying to get back to where it was.

Thoughts like Detritus. Thoughts like Lava. Thoughts like Rain.

Friday, 8 June 2012

Another Time.....

When the Bakairi are dissatisfied with their chieftain, they leave the village and ask him to to rule alone. 
(Von den Steinen)

It is strange that one comes closer to truth only in the words that one no longer fully believes. 
Truth is a re animation of dying words. 
(Elias Canetti)

It is time that distinguishes itself with new things but no new thoughts.

“Culture” is concocted from the vanities of its promoters. 
It is a dangerous love portion, distracting us from death.
 The purest expression of culture is an Egyptian tomb, where everything lies about futilely,
 utensils, adornments, food, pictures, sculpture, prayers and
 yet the dead man is not alive.

To find an old man who has forgotten to count.

They lay sentences like eggs, but forget to brood them.

Hell is the most dreadful of inventions,
 and it is hard to understand how one can expect any good of people after this invention. 
Will they not always have to invent hells?

Friday, 1 June 2012

conversations....all at sea!

The temptation of the thinking person is to fall silent.
 A thought achieves its highest dignity in silence: it has no further aim.

It explains nothing, it does not expand.

The thought that silences itself forgoes contact.

Perhaps even this thought can kill. But it doesn't know that. 

It did not wish that.

It does not insist on surviving.

To write without teeth. Just try it