Journal of a Nobody
The inferno of the living is not something that will be; if there is one, it is what is already here, the inferno where we live every day, that we form by being together. There are two ways to escape suffering it. The first is easy for many: accept the inferno and become such a part of it that you can no longer see it. The second is risky and demands constant vigilance and apprehension: seek and learn to recognize who and what, in the midst of inferno, are not inferno, then make them endure, give them space. ~Italo Calvino
Commonplace book of a teacher, poet, and counselor.
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One drop fell from a fern, and lo, a ripple
Shook whatever it was lay there at bottom,
Blurred it, blotted it out. What was that whiteness?
Truth? A pebble of quartz? For once, then, something.— Robert Frost, from “For Once, Then, Something”
[prompted by vulgivagus’s word suggestion: “water”] (via proustitute)(via urfaust)
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Wednesday, June 1, 2011
this morning, #14 -
Friday, June 3, 2011
see blue sea -
Monday, August 29, 2011
cover | hover, #3 -
Friday, August 5, 2011
sequence, #2 -
Sunday, September 4, 2011
moment | memento, #4 -
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
stagger the intervals
