Monday, 23 July 2012

The spaces.....

The old ruins are saved, 
and we will be able to draw comparisons with the new ones.

Progress has its bad side;
From time to time, it explodes.

who would even dream of destroying,
If nothing could be destroyed

The many meanings of reading: the letters are like ants and have their own secret state.

The paradox.....only the ideas no one knows about keep us alive
........even in death

The abandoned earth, 
overtaxed with words, 
chocking in knowledge, 
and with no living ear left on it to listen into the cold.

Wednesday, 18 July 2012

the paradox....

Plants, blossom in large numbers and always anew; 
Their mind is plural and seems to be free of man's dreadful tyranny of oneness.

Oneness has grabbed us, and now we are trapped forever in it teeth.

The scattered works of artists have something of blossoms; 
only the plant always brings forth the same,
 whereas modern artists are racked with the fever of variety.

Monday, 16 July 2012


Man acquired his plantlike nature in architecture.

His buildings quelled his fear.

Now he has succeeded in filling them too with fear.
1944 EC

Sunday, 15 July 2012


Is everyone too good to die? One can say that. First everyone would have to live longer.
Elias Canetti

The Joyous tears of the dead over the first man not to die.

At the Last Judgment, a single creature will rise from every mass grave. And let God dare to judge it!
The human Province.....Elias Canetti

Thursday, 12 July 2012


The many meanings of reading: 
the letters are like ants and have their own secret state

A sentence by itself is clean. 
The very next one takes something from it.

Not to speak anymore, 
to place words next to one another mutely and watch them.
Elias Canetti

Tuesday, 10 July 2012

.....Just words

Some things are said so that they never can be said again. 
These include the bold thoughts; 
in repetition, their boldness is dead. 
Lighting shouldn't strike twice in the same place. 
Its tension is it's boon, but it's light is only fleeting.
Elias Canetti

Thought fitting together into a system are irreverent.

They gradually exclude the unsaid and leave it behind, until it dies of thirst.

Wednesday, 4 July 2012

The Living......

Every new person whose existence one recognizes will change one.
Perhaps it is the inevitability of this change that one senses and shies away from, 
for it takes place before one exhausts what one was prior to that change.

The tenderness with which all futility fills one.

To think that someone can see through life and yet love it so much!
Perhaps he has an inkling of how little his seeing through it really means.

Monday, 2 July 2012


There are too many roads in language, everything is already laid out.

The words want to be said in order to exist.

All events fear their words.

Sunday, 1 July 2012

A step......


Silent voices

so much noise

All that has been can be bettered.

The heart of historiography, concealed from it.