Zampanò himself probably would of insisted on corrections and edits, he was his own harshest critic, but i've come to believe errors, especially written errors, are often the only markers left by a solitary life: to sacrifice them is to lose the angles of a personality, the riddle of a soul #mistakes #identity #solitariness
les jeux sont fait. nous sommes fucked
all of it true, though of course scars are much harder to read. their complex inflections do not resemble the reductive ease of any tattoo, no matter how extensive, colorful or elaborate the design. scars are the paler pain of survival, received unwillingly and displayed in the language of injury #scars #complexity #language #symbols
when revisiting places we once frequented as children, it is not unusual to observe how much smaller everything seems. this experience has too often been attributed to the physical differences between a child and an adult. in fact it has more to do with epistemological dimensions than with bodily dimensions: knowledge is hot water on wool. it shrinks time and space. #relativity #perception #knowledge
but as nietzsche wrote, "every profound spirit needs a mask" #masks
the memory mixes with all the retellings and explanations i heard later. it's even possible what i hold to be a memory is really only the memory of the story i heard much later. no way to tell for sure any more. #memory #narrative
explanation is not half as strong as experience but experience is not half as strong as experience and understanding #experience #the-lived-experience
Untitled Fragment
little solace comes
to those who grieve
when thoughts keep drifting
as walls keep shifting
and this great blue world of ours
seems a house of leaves
moments before the wind.
#poetry
You Shall Be My Roots
you shall be my roots and
i will be your shade,
though the sun burns my leaves.
you shall quench my thirst and
i will feed you fruit,
though time takes my seed.
and when i'm lost and can tell nothing of this earth
you will give me hope.
and my voice you will always hear.
and my hand you will always have.
for i will shelter you.
and i will comfort you.
and even when we are nothing left,
not even in death,
i will remember you.
it is the personality of the mistress that the home expresses. men are forever guests in our homes, no matter how much happiness they may find there. (elise de wolfe, "the house in good taste") #marriage #home #housing