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Eugène Ionesco

The light of memory, or rather the light that memory lends to things, is the palest light of all…I am not quite sure whether I am dreaming or remembering, whether I have lived my life or dreamed it. Just as dreams do, memory makes me profoundly aware of the unreality, the evanescence of the world,… Continue reading Eugène Ionesco

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Marina Benjamin

Insomnia […] is not just a state of sleeplessness, a matter of negatives. It involves the active pursuit of sleep. It is a state of longing. — Marina Benjamin, Insomnia. (Catapult, November 13, 2018)

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Bassey Ikpi

So this sadness returns quietly. Always quietly. No great trumpeting or horn blast. No drum circle or full-bodied gospel wail. No stunning metaphor or dazzling simile. There is only this throbbing and distant and empty and quiet. Always this white noise of rush and tide. It’s what silence sounds like. Water. — Bassey Ikpi, I’m… Continue reading Bassey Ikpi

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Édouard Boubat

When there is love, the world is conquered by lovers. All the better for us: we are enriched by their radiance. Their happiness makes the air purer. A poem incarnate. It is beyond criticism. It defies explanation. That defiance is the nature of the poem. — Édouard Boubat, Notebooks, 1998

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