if you like my poems let them walk in the evening,a little behind you then people will say “Along this road i saw a princess pass on her way to meet her lover (it was toward nightfall) with tall and ignorant servants. — E. E. Cummings, “if you like my poems let them,” Etcetera: The… Continue reading E. E. Cummings
Every sensitive person carries in himself old cities enclosed by ancient walls —Robert Walser. A German-speaking Swiss writer, Walser is understood to be the missing link between Kleist and Kafka. Confined to a sanatorium in Herisau, Switzerland, he used to write ‘micrograms’, (undecipherable short texts handwritten in a nano text-size) and take long walks. On… Continue reading Robert Walser
I believe that we are arks of the covenant and our true nature is not rage or deceit or terror or logic or craft or even sorrow. It is longing. —Cormac McCarthy, Whales and Men. Unpublished screenplay.