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Rainer Maria Rilke, tr. Franz Wright

“which never never fall asleep” — Aimé Césaire

“Literature is perhaps creative, but what it creates is always recessed in relation to what is, while this receding only renders what is more slippery, less sure of being what it is, and because of this as though attracted to another measure" -Blanchot

‘but who / […] / if not you?’

Journal today is an unfinished Nick Drake portrait and my handwritten of The Heart of Prajna Paramita Sutra

Egon Schiele's final palette.

“Time is missing the minute in which your life could go on.” —Angst, Hélène Cixous; tr. Sophie Lewis

@mikra_namani occasionally thought of it even after years finishing it, what a book

Before Celine and Bernhard, there was the incinerating Blaise Cendrars

I am absolutely tired of literature; only muteness keeps me company. If I still write it’s because I have nothing better to do in the world while I wait for death

What Sartre liked so much about paintings is that they have nothing to say, and he thought that writers should strive for the same thing. Rancière saw this thought as a sign of the modernist move from representation to expression, towards the "mute speech" of art & literature

the vanity mirror is mischievously condescending and treacherous. any mirror is, but i distrust intimate spaces most. a reflection in water feels more credible to me, for water, by distorting the image, allows it to appear in its naked form. [...]

Stéphane Mallarmé (translated by C. F. MacIntyre)

@lenakessal truly is hey!

@respositorie it looks good tho

fake rothko situation at my hotel is kinda crazy

at the duty free

Love and Pain, 1893 — Edvard Munch.

saw lawrence english and merzbow yest

it’s never ending

lispector