THE PRESOCRATIC PROBLEM[all snap flags]Parmenides named his gun The Hot Power of the Stars. His gun was one, uncreated, imperishable, timeless, changeless, perfect, spherical. Spherical was the problem.
LIII.What is the holiness of conversation? It isto master death.
To be running breathlessly, but not yet arrived, is itself delightful, a suspended moment of living hope.
Here we go mother on the shipless ocean.Pity us, pity the ocean, here we go.
Words bounce. Words, if you let them, will do what they want to do and what they have to do.
Then the edge asserts itself. You are not a god. You are not that enlarged self. Indeed, you are not even a whole self, as you now see. Your new knowledge of possibilities is also a knowledge of what is lacking in the actual.
What is a quote? A quote (cognate with quota) is a cut, a section, a slice of someone’s orange. You suck the slice, toss the rind, skate away.
Could you visit me in dreams? That would cheer me.Sweet to see friends in the night, however short the time.
He was trying to fit this Herakles onto the one he knew.
XXIV. And kneeling at the edge of the transparent sea I shall shape for myself a new heart from salt and mud
Kreon: here are Kreon’s verbs for todayAdjudicateLegislateScandalizeCapitalizehere are Kreon’s nounsMenReasonTreasonDeathShip of StateMineChorus: “mine” isn’t a nounKreon: it is if you capitalize it
Reality is a sound, you have to tune in to it not just keep yelling.
I will not stop singingthe Muses who set me dancing.
The words we read and words we write never say exactly what we mean. The people we love are never just as we desire them. The two symbola never perfectly match. Eros is in between.
Friends disappear or they are powerless. This is what misfortune meansan acid test of friendship.I wouldn’t wish it on anyone.
Her marble tears run down her marble face.A stranger is someone who has no handkerchief.Who has no words to say.Whose shadow mind is burningas he sits watching her handsand thinks how rare!to see a Romantalkwith no gestures at all.
Come here, let me share a bit of wisdom with you.Have you given much thought to our mortal condition?Probably not. Why would you? Well, l
perhaps you know that Ingeborg Bachmann poemfrom the last years of her life that begins”I lose my screams”dear Antigone,I take it as the task of the translatorto forbid that you should ever lose your screams
Pilgrims were people glad to take off their clothing, which was on fire.
…I am talking about evil.It blooms.It eats.It grins.
She stumbled then and Geryon caught her other arm, it was like a handful of autumn. He felt huge and wrong. When is it polite to let go someone’s arm after you grab it?
Are there many little boys who think they are a Monster? But in my case I am right said Geryon to the Dog they were sitting on the bluffs The dog regarded himJoyfully
To be a prophet, Knox emphasizes, requires living in and looking at the present, at what is really going on around you.
You could take the entirety of the common sense of humans and put it in the palm of your hand and still have room for your dick.
Madness and witchery as well as bestiality are conditions commonly associated with the use of the female voice in public.
at the bottom of the ocean is a layer of water that has never moved…
And the reason he cannot bear her dying is not the loss of her (which is the future) but that dying puts the two of them (now) into this nakedness together that is unforgivable.
Some conversations are not about what they’re about.
So muchhuman cruelty is simplyincidental is simplybrainless. Simply nocommon sense. You couldtake the entirety of thecommon sense of humansand put it in the palm ofyour hand and still haveroom for your dick.