Friday, 22 February 2013


There is nothing concrete and different that does not strike me as meaningful; 
as though everything in existence were concealed in oneself, 
and one could make it visible to oneself 
only through things that are different.

One could imagine that the lost hours slip into later ones 
and suddenly peep out of them. 
Would they thus not be lost?

The self confidence of people who show themselves from all sides.                                                          Elias Canetti 1957

Thursday, 7 February 2013

The possibilities.....

The sun drives them to everything that looks ugly. 
The hope that it could look different in the sun

Music, the measure of man's capacity.

The beyond is within us; a grave realization, but it is trapped inside us.

Sunday, 3 February 2013

A new thought wants to look about from time to time among the the old of its kind;                                       otherwise it will die of thirst.

A land in which no one dares to look at the sky,                                                                                             and if someone goes outdoors, he bows his head .

The pauses in decline.