I. The powers of language are the solitary ladies who sing, desolate, with this voice of mine that I hear from a distance. And far away, in the black sand, lies a girl heavy with ancestral music. Where is death itself? I have wanted clarity in light of my lack of light. Branches die in… Continue reading Alejandra Pizarnik
I am this groping intensity that is a soul. — Jorge Luis Borges, “My Whole Life,” Selected Poems 1923-1967 (Allen Lane The Penguin Press, 1972)
Where San Juan and Chacabuco intersect I saw the blues houses, the houses that wear the color of adventure. They were like banners and deep as the dawn that frees the outlying quarters. Some are daybreak color, and some are dawn color: their cool readiance is a passion before the oblique face of any drab,… Continue reading Jorge Luis Borges
The present is the instant in which the future crumbles into the past. — Jorge Luis Borges
Which one of us has never felt, walking through the twilight or writing down a date from his past, that he has lost something infinite? ― Jorge Luis Borges
[…] what was it I wanted? I wanted a perfect silence. — Alejandra Pizarnik, from “Paths Of The Mirror,” Extracting the Stone of Madness: Poems 1962-1972, transl. Yvetter Siegert (New Directions, 2016) (via adrasteiax)
I can give you my loneliness, my darkness, the hunger of my heart; I am trying to bribe you with uncertainty, with danger, with defeat. — Jorge Luis Borges, from “Two English Poems,” trans. Norman Thomas di Giovanni, Selected Poems: 1923-1967 (Delta, 1972)
