Readership

It occurred to me shortly after writing the title of this post (I almost always develop my  terrible puns après coup; no doubt an ominous sign when even my blogging takes place in this Lacanian future perfect tense of “It will have been a pun..”) that the watercraft my reader-ship would most closely resemble would [...]

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In Search Of Lost Time

I put down the cup of tea and examine my own mind. It alone can discover the truth. But how? What an abyss of uncertainty, whenever the mind feels overtaken by itself; when it, the seeker, is at the same time the dark region through which it must go seeking and where all its equipment [...]

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A New Refutation of Time

Oh, Borges. *Swoon*.   Every instant is autonomous. Not vengeance nor pardon nor jails nor even oblivion can modify the invulnerable past. No less vain to my mind are hope and fear, for they always refer to future events, that is, to events which will not happen to us, who are the diminutive present. They [...]

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If I had grown up in a land where days

Wenn ich gewachsen wäre irgendwo, wo leichtere Tage sind und schlanke Stunden, ich hätte dir ein großes Fest erfunden, und meine Hände hielten dich nicht so, wie sie dich manchmal halten, bang und hart. Dort hätte ich gewagt, dich zu vergeuden, du grenzenlose Gegenwart. Wie einen Ball hätt ich dich in alle wogenden Freuden hineingeschleudert, [...]

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Rilke to Salome

One of my favorites from Rilke, posted to give me an excuse to make an English translation of it: Ich möchte Dir sagen, liebe Lou, daß Paris eine ähnliche Erfahrung für mich war, wie die Militärschule; wie damals ein großes banges Erstaunen mich ergriff, so griff mich jetzt wieder das Entsetzen an vor alledem was, [...]

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