About: Sineokov
- Full Name
- Ben Price
- Website
- http://thefloatinglibrary.com
- Details
Posts by Sineokov:
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July 29, 2010 In My Glad Hours
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July 29, 2010 You are completely innocent
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July 29, 2010 Nothing is sacred
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July 29, 2010 To Nothing
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July 29, 2010 The creation of the world
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July 29, 2010 To What Can We Turn
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July 26, 2010 History is a dimension man could have done without
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July 26, 2010 These Nuts
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July 26, 2010 Symbols of American Reluctance
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July 26, 2010 No Worthless Place
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July 25, 2010 The Blessing of Earth
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July 25, 2010 Fear and Fearlessness
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July 25, 2010 The Lies We Tell
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July 22, 2010 A balm upon the great dismemberings
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July 22, 2010 Evening
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In all the edifice of thought, I have found no category on which to rest my head. . . .
- E. M. Cioran
Meta
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(Cogito ergo boom.)
- Susan Sontag
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Recent Entries
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'Self-knowledge'? A contradiction in terms.
- E. M. Cioran
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Top Entries
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. . . feast on ancient books to the lazy enchanting lap of wavelets in the Floating Library, in memoriam of Dr. Sineokov, who had drowned at just that spot in the city river. The grinding of chains, the little gallery with its orange-colored lamp shades, the plash, the water's smooth surface oiled by the moon, and, in the distance, lights flickering past in the black web of a lofty bridge . . .
- Vladimir Nabokov
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Recent Comments
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I have at this moment so many fundamental thoughts, so many truly metaphysical things to say, that I suddenly get tired and decide not to write any more, not to think any more, but to allow the fever of speaking to make me sleepy, and with my eyes closed, like a cat, I play with everything I could have said.
- Bernardo Soares
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ΓΝΩΘΙ ΣΕΑΥΤΟΝ
Raison d’être
There they are, in my own handwriting: the words that have been my prayer, evening after evening. I copied them from the books I found them in, so that they would be right in front of me, issued from my hand as if they were my own words. And now I want to write them again, kneeling here before my tablet I want to write them; for in this way I can have them with me longer than when I read them, and every word will last and have time to echo and fade away.
- R. M. Rilke