Milan Kundera, Identity

What a beautiful and depressing book. Remind me not to keep reading it.

Cемиотика

"защото думите не достигат..."

Амелия Личева

B утробата на думите не ни е тясно.
Небето е далечно като мъртва майка.
В утробата на думите сънуваме мъжа,
с когото се завръщаме в мълчанието.

Kindergarten Commencement Day

I broke down and cried today. When did my little girl grow up?
Where do all the years go when they are not here?

Being is this nest of sadness, Time is the first God’s tear...

Semiotics for Beginners: Reading Julia Kristeva

letters!

letters!
here there are letters!
here there are lettters
here there are letters!
letters!
letters!
letters!

Damage

"It takes a remarkably short time to withdraw from the world. I traveled, until I arrived at the life of my own. What really makes us is beyond grasping, it is way beyond knowing. We give in to love, because it gives us some sense of what is unknowable. Nothing else matters. Not at the end.

I saw her once more only. I saw her by accident, at an airport, changing planes. She didn’t see me, she was with Peter. She was holding a child. She was no different from anyone else."


David Hare
Louis Malle


Nothing else matters, not at the end.

Poetry and eroticism

"Poetry leads us to the same place as all forms of eroticism – to the blending and fusion of separate objects. It leads us to eternity, it leads us to death and through death to continuity. Poetry is eternity; the sun matched with the sea."

Georges Bataille