"I hazard the explanation that a shock is at once in my case followed by the desire to explain it. I feel that I have had a blow; but it is not, as I thought as a child, simply a blow from an enemy hidden behind the cotton wool of daily life; it is or will become a revelation of some order; it is a token of some real thing behind appearances; and I make it real by putting it into words...." - Virginia Woolf, A Sketch of the Past
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Beautiful, beautiful. How about another "Poem for Germany"?
These things too have their uncertain place
In the drama of forgetting and holding on.
With a lugubrious winter light doing its best
To be decadent in the Southern sky
Haven't we learned this minor miracle,
A blurred vision of unfocused densities
Packing the bustled avenues between baroque
Structures, bricolage of fabled dwellings
Serving no discernable purpose other than
Complement to the the tremendous air.
There's no time for maps -- do not spoil the puzzle
Of these labyrinthine moments with
Fascinations devoted to casual facts.
We will serch for nothing but what offers itself
In the outrageousness of its own presence.
I love the red picture of you. Nicole
Oh god! I want to go back!!!!!
Do you have any pics of the Necker at night? I just wrote about it and it sorely needs a n illustration.
BTW, I heart you.
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