February 2012
11 posts
Get up and come here
for the sake of my heart,
and lend your beauty
to...
– Omar Khayyam
translated by Juan Cole
from Whinfield 5
Into my heart on air that kills
From yon far country blows:
What are...
– A. E. Housman, A Shropshire Lad XL (via proustitute)
On mornings when I hope you forget my name,
I walk through the high wet weeds...
– Dean Young, from “Selected Recent and New Errors” (via proustitute)
Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror.
But you are the eternity and...
– Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet (via proustitute)
January 2012
11 posts
December 2011
12 posts
For me it is the act of writing that unlocks the frame. I pin my tragedy onto...
– Maggie MacKellar, When it Rains (via proustitute)
November 2011
21 posts
Melancholia (2011) →
“…the Nazis, after-all, were ultimately ‘positivists’ promoting a pro-German/pro-Aryan world view that these brooding ‘degenerate nihilists’ would have logically dismissed (and in the case of Thomas Mann, did dismiss) as self-evidently illusory.
And I wish to conclude my point evoking the script of Von Trier’s own film here. At one point in Melancholia,...