Life begins on the other side of despair. — Jean-Paul Sartre Advertisements
… you rise like splendor hardened into an axe, like light that flays, engrossing as the gallows is to the doomed, flexible as whips and thin as a weapon that’s twin to the moon, your sharpened words dig out my chest, depopulate me and leave me empty, one by one you extract my memories …… Continue reading Octavio Paz
Life is a panic in a theatre on fire. — Jean-Paul Sartre
The endless corridors of memory, the doors that open into an empty room where all the summers have come to rot — Octavio Paz, from “Sunstone,” World Poetry: An Anthology of Verse from Antiquity to Our Time, ed. Katharine Washburn, John S. Major and Clifton Fadiman (W. W. Norton & Co., 2000)
And what is the most terrible thing about boredom? Why do we rush to dispel it? Because it is a distraction-free state which soon enough reveals underlying unpalatable truths about existence—our insignificance, our meaningless existence, our inexorable progression to deterioration and death. — Irvin Yalom, The Schopenhauer Cure. (Harper Perennial; Reprint edition, January 3, 2006)… Continue reading Irvin Yalom
I am where I was: I walk behind the murmur, footsteps within me, heard with my eyes, the murmur is in the mind, I am my footsteps, I hear the voices that I think, the voices that think me as as I think them. I am the shadow my words cast. — Octavio Paz,… Continue reading Octavio Paz
your mouth tastes/ like poisoned time — Octavio Paz, from “Sunstone,” Octavio Paz, The Collected Poems, 1957-1987. Edited and translated by Eliot Weinberger. (New Directions, April 17, 1991) Originally published 1987.