He who jumps into the void owes no explanation to those who stand and watch. ― Jean-Luc Godard Advertisements
I am free. I haven’t a single reason for living left. — Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea. (New Directions Publishing Corporation January 1, 1975) Originally published 1938.
It’s time. You must come down Once more to help me, head First, through the glass Without blemishing your eyes, the emptiness, the island Where the fireplace sings. Chuck your sword, Slow down mad star. Why don’t I have your body? Oh, If only we had your hips Wrapped in stone, wicked Beast of the… Continue reading Jean Cocteau
I’ve decorated the day with the tattoos of my dreams my face has seen my other face I’ve not heard the voice calling me the hand seeking me hasn’t found me I’ve been born several times from each star I’ve died as often from the sun of days I’ve taken early boats to nowhere —… Continue reading Amina Saïd
Thus each of us had to be content to live only for the day, alone under the vast indifference of the sky. — Albert Camus, The Plague. (Vintage, May 7, 1991) Originally published June 1947.
The Death of Apollinaire (La Mort de Guillaume Apollinaire) We know nothing We know nothing of grief The bitter season of cold Ploughs long furrows in our muscles He would have rather enjoyed delight in victory We wise beneath calm sorrows caged Unable to do a thing If the snow… Continue reading Tristan Tzara
Tonight, once more, life sinks its teeth into my heart. — Simone de Beauvoir