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Arthur Rimbaud

A tap of your finger on the drum releases all sounds and initiates the new harmony.      A step of yours is the conscription of the new men and their marching orders.     You look away: the new love!     You look back,—the new love!     “Change our fates, shoot down the plagues, beginning with time,” the children sing… Continue reading Arthur Rimbaud

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Violette Leduc

I walk without flinching through the burning cathedral of the summer. My bank of wild grass is majestic and full of music. It is a fire that solitude presses against my lips.” — Violette Leduc, Mad in Pursuit. (Riverhead Trade; 1st Riverhead trade paperback ed edition October 15, 1999) Originally published 1970.

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Edmond Jabès

Dreams, like memories, are shores we row toward to escape the ever same tomorrows and their cruel futility. Days which cannot express themselves are grey and cold. Mute days whose untidy gestures tear us apart. I have the impression of moving in the shadow of syllables, in regions before secrets, where language cannot yet answer… Continue reading Edmond Jabès

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Marcel Proust

As to the pretty girls who went past, from the day on which I had first known that their cheeks could be kissed, I had became curious about their souls. And the universe had appeared to me more interesting. — Marcel Proust, In Search of Lost Time, Vol. II: Within a Budding Grove. (Modern Library… Continue reading Marcel Proust

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Marcel Proust

The only true voyage, the only bath in the Fountain of Youth, would be not to visit strange lands but to possess other eyes, to see the universe through the eyes of another, of a hundred others, to see the hundred universes that each of them sees, that each of them is; and this we… Continue reading Marcel Proust

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