Octavio Paz
Trees heavy with birds holdthe afternoon up with their hands. — Octavio Paz, from “THE TOMB Of AMIR KHUSRU,” A Tale of Two Gardens (NewDirections, 1997)
Day: December 7, 2022
Gilles Deleuze
Lose your face: become capable of loving without remembering, without phantasm and without interpretation, without taking stock. Let there just be fluxes, which sometimes dry up, freeze or overflow, which sometimes combine or diverge. ― Gilles Deleuze
John Koethe
I only know I’m living in the interval betweenThe luxuries of consciousness and the straits of sorrow,A bare condition of mere being in which nothing changesAnd a life is just the sum of its details as it slowly slips away. — John Koethe, from “On Being Dead,” Beyond Belief: Poems (Farrar, Straus, and Giroux, 2022)
The Vale of Soul-Making 