One sound is saying, 'You are not worth tuppence.
But neither is anybody. Watch it! Be severe.'
The other says, 'Go with it! Give and swerve.
You are everything you feel beside the river.'

Seamus Heaney

Telemachus' Detachment
Louise Glück

When I was a child looking
at my parents’ lives, you know
what I thought? I thought
heartbreaking. Now I think
heartbreaking, but also
insane. Also
very funny.
Another thing: name one other person
who doesn’t have furniture.

Louise Glück
passionate,
like Maria Callas

Louise Glück
Por um momento, permaneceu imóvel, tentando apreender a estranha imobilidade ao seu redor. Era como a tentativa impossível de criar uma imagem sensorial da existência. Não havia nenhum atributo da realidade a ser percebido, nada além de sua ausência; não existia movimento, como se aquilo não fosse um trem, e sim um quarto num prédio.

- Aynd Rand, A revolta de Atlas
The soul is silent.
Louise Glück
I don’t want to be a thing
I want to be becoming

Dorothea Lasky
Nothing is anything if you say that it is
It is quiet and not a sound

- Dorothea Lasky
The Tao that can be spoken is not the constant Tao.
The name that can be named is not the constant name.

And you aren’t even thinking of me
Dorothea Lasky
Brief reflection on the word Pain
Miroslav Holub

Wittgenstein says: the words ‘It hurts’ have replaced
     tears and cries of pain. The word ‘Pain’
     does not describe the expression of pain but replaces it.
     Thus it creates a new behaviour pattern
     in the case of pain.

The word enters between us and the pain
     like a pretence of silence.
     It is a silencing. It is a needle
     unpicking the stitch
     between blood and clay.

The word is the first small step
     to freedom
     from oneself. 

In case others     
are present. 
The silence was inviolable
like the surface of a mirror.

Miroslav Holub
Go and open the door.
    Maybe outside there’s
    a tree, or a wood,
    a garden,
    or a magic city.

Miroslav Holub
You ask the secret.
It has just one name:
again.

Miroslav Holub
You only love
when you love in vain.

Miroslav Holub