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Bloomsday Countdown

Posted in Quotes, tagged , , , on May 22, 2009 | Leave a Comment »

—History, Stephen said, is a nightmare from which I am trying to awake. From the playfield the boys raised a shout. A whirring whistle: goal. What if that nightmare gave you a back kick? —The ways of the Creator are not our ways, Mr. Deasy said. All human history moves towards one great goal, the [...]

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Death-Blood

Posted in Quotes, tagged on May 22, 2009 | Leave a Comment »

I have a violence in me that is hot as death-blood. I can kill myself or — I know it now — even kill another. I could kill a woman, or wound a man. I think I could. I gritted to control my hands, but had a flash of bloody stars in my head as [...]

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every morning war is declared afresh

Posted in Quotes, tagged , , on May 22, 2009 | Leave a Comment »

“Be honest, my friend, you yourself once propounded a theory to me about things existing only in virtue of a creation which is perpetually renewed. The creation of the world did not take place once and for all, you said, it is, of necessity, taking place every day.  Well, if you are sincere, you cannot [...]

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Bloomsday Countdown

Posted in Quotes, tagged , , , on May 21, 2009 | Leave a Comment »

As we, our mother Dana, weave and unweave our bodies, Stephen said, from day to day, their molecules shuttled to and fro, so does the artist weave and unweave his image. And as the mole on my right breast is where it was when I was born, though all my body has been woven of [...]

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the invisible line of this falling bomb

Posted in Quotes, tagged , , on May 20, 2009 | Leave a Comment »

For the novel reality of a danger is perceived only through the medium of that new thing, not assimilable to anything that we already know, to which we give the name “an impression” and which is often, as in the present case, epitomised in a line, a line which defines an intention and possesses the [...]

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Bloomsday Countdown

Posted in Quotes, tagged , , , on May 20, 2009 | Leave a Comment »

After he woke me last night same dream or was it? Wait. Open hallway. Street of harlots. Remember. Haroun al Raschid. I am almosting it. That man led me, spoke. I was not afraid. The melon he had he held against my face. Smiled: creamfruit smell. That was the rule, said. In. Come. Red carpet [...]

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Procrastination

Posted in Quotes, tagged , , on May 20, 2009 | Leave a Comment »

No doubt, my idleness having given me the habit, when it was a question of my work, of putting it off from one day to another, I imagined that death too might be postponed in the same fashion. [Proust, Time Regained, 163]

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Words don’t mean what they mean

Posted in Quotes, tagged on May 19, 2009 | Leave a Comment »

Words let us say the things we want to say and also the things we would be better off not having said. They let us know the things we need to know, and also the things we wish we didn’t. Language is a window into human nature, but it is also a fistula, an open [...]

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Damn it Madam, you are loveliness incarnate

Posted in Quotes, tagged , , on May 19, 2009 | Leave a Comment »

“I am alone,” said Orlando, aloud since there was no one to hear.

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I am caught in this burning scene. Pan’s hour, the faunal noon

Posted in Quotes, tagged , , on May 19, 2009 | Leave a Comment »

He was caught in the enchantment of a sacredly distorted world full of Panic life — and he dreamed delicate legends.

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One can only believe entirely, perhaps, in what one cannot see

Posted in Quotes, tagged , , on May 19, 2009 | Leave a Comment »

“The light of truth beats upon us without shadow, and the light of truth is damnably unbecoming to us both.”

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Nothing is stranger and more delicate than the relationship between people who know each other only with their eyes

Posted in Quotes, tagged , , on May 19, 2009 | Leave a Comment »

Nothing is stranger and more delicate than the relationship between people who know each other only with their eyes, who meet daily, even hourly, and yet are compelled, by force of custom of their own caprices, to say no word or make no move of acknowledgment, but to maintain the appearance of an aloof unconcern. [...]

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Bloomsday Countdown

Posted in Quotes, tagged , , on May 19, 2009 | Leave a Comment »

He found in the world without as actual what was in his world within as possible. Maeterlink says: If Socrates leave his house today he will find the sage seated on his doorstep. If Judas go forth tonight it is to Judas his steps will tend. Every life is many days, day after day. We [...]

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For beauty, my Phaedrus, beauty alone is both lovely and visible at once

Posted in Quotes, tagged , , on May 19, 2009 | Leave a Comment »

For beauty, my Phaedrus, beauty alone is both lovely and visible at once; it is, mark me, the only form of the spiritual which we can receive through the senses. Else what would become of us if the divine, if reason and virtue and truth, shoudl appear to us through the sense? Should we not [...]

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A man who can destroy illusions is both beast and flood

Posted in Quotes, tagged , , on May 19, 2009 | Leave a Comment »

If it is rash to walk into a lion’s den unarmed, rash to navigate the Atlantic in a rowing boat, rash to stand on one foot on the top of St. Paul’s, it is still more rash to go home alone with a poet. A poet is Atlantic and lion in one. While one drowns [...]

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