stolen language

December 31, 2007

12/31/07

Filed under: To the Lighthouse — thedude110 @ 3:45 pm

“… for the moment, she hung suspended.”

To the Lighthouse

12/31/07

Filed under: Selected Poems Robert Creeley — thedude110 @ 3:45 pm

“        a leaf or a contrivance of wires,
in the stairwell,
to be looked at  from below.”

Creeley Selected

12/31/07

Filed under: To the Lighthouse — thedude110 @ 3:44 pm

“The words (she was looking at the window) sounded as if they were floating like flowers on water out there, cut off from them all, as if no one had  said them, but they had come into existence of themselves.”

To the Lighthouse

December 30, 2007

12/30/07

Filed under: To the Lighthouse — thedude110 @ 1:35 pm

“… there is nothing more tedious, puerile, and inhumane than this; yet it is also beautiful and necessary.”

To the Lighthouse

12/30/07

Filed under: To the Lighthouse — thedude110 @ 1:34 pm

“For what happened to her, especially staying with the Ramsays, was to be made to feel violently two opposite things at the same time; that’s what you feel was one; that’s what I feel, was the other …”

To the Lighthouse

12/30/07

Filed under: To the Lighthouse — thedude110 @ 1:34 pm

“How much they missed, after all, these very clever men!  How dried up they did become, to be sure.”

To the Lighthouse

12/29/07

Filed under: To the Lighthouse — thedude110 @ 1:26 am

“But looking together united them.”

To the Lighthouse

12/29/07

Filed under: To the Lighthouse — thedude110 @ 1:25 am

“She had been admired.  She had been loved.  She had entered rooms where mourners sat.”

To the Lighthouse

12/29/07

Filed under: To the Lighthouse — thedude110 @ 1:25 am

“he stood stock still, by the urn, with the geranium flowing over it …”

To the Lighthouse

December 26, 2007

12/26/07

Filed under: Travels in Four Dimensions — thedude110 @ 6:39 pm

“…we persist through time.”

The Enigmas of Space and Time

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