To perceive a landscape is therefore to carry out an act of remembrance, and remembering is not so much a matter of calling up an internal image, stored in the mind, as of engaging perceptually with an environment that is itself pregnant with the past. — Tim Ingold, from “The Temporality of the Landscape,” World… Continue reading Tim Ingold
There is within me a thing that is aching, aching, aching always as the days pass. — Mary MacLane, I Await The Devil’s Coming. (Melville House; Reprint edition, March 19, 2013) Originally published April 26th 1902.
We are all stardust. ― Carl Sagan, Cosmos. (Random House; 1 edition, May 7, 2002)
But there is a third mode of trancendence: in it language simply ceases, and the motion of spirit gives no further outward manifestation of its being. The poet enters into silence. Here the word borders not on radiance or music, but on night. — George Steiner, from “Silence and the Poet,” Language and Silence: Essays… Continue reading George Steiner
–luring me to a past that never was. This is the treachery of nostalgia. — Natasha Trethewey, from “Siren” in “Mythology,” Thrall: Poems (Houghton Mifflin Harcourt, 2012)
See, we were never about butterflies. We’ve always been about burning stars. All about us is unearthly and radiant. ― Anna Akhmatova, Anna Of All The Russias: A Life Of Anna Akhmatova by Elaine Feinstein. (Vintage, April 10, 2007) Originally published 2005.
Fear knocked at the door and faith answered. No one was there. — Anonymous. Found in an English pub after one of the many London bombings by Hitler during World War II.