Wednesday, April 2, 2025
Friday, February 28, 2025
Monday, January 6, 2025
Wednesday, December 4, 2024
Thursday, October 10, 2024
Woolf
"Like a work of art," she repeated, looking from her canvas to the
drawing-room steps and back again. She must rest for a moment. And,
resting, looking from one to the other vaguely, the old question which
traversed the sky of the soul perpetually, the vast, the general
question which was apt to particularise itself at such moments as
these, when she released faculties that had been on the strain, stood
over her, paused over her, darkened over her. What is the meaning of
life? That was all--a simple question; one that tended to close in on
one with years. The great revelation had never come. The great
revelation perhaps never did come. Instead there were little daily
miracles, illuminations, matches struck unexpectedly in the dark;
here was one. This, that, and the other; herself and Charles Tansley
and the breaking wave; Mrs. Ramsay bringing them together; Mrs. Ramsay
saying, "Life stand still here"; Mrs. Ramsay making of the moment
something permanent (as in another sphere Lily herself tried to
make of the moment something permanent)--this was of the nature
of a revelation. In the midst of chaos there was shape; this eternal
passing and flowing (she looked at the clouds going and the leaves
shaking) was struck into stability. Life stand still here, Mrs. Ramsay
said. "Mrs. Ramsay! Mrs. Ramsay!" she repeated. She owed it all to her.
- To the Lighthouse
Monday, September 16, 2024
Thursday, September 12, 2024
Wednesday, September 4, 2024
Saturday, August 24, 2024
Sight v. Sound
The geranium in the urn became startlingly visible and, displayed among
its leaves, he could see, without wishing it, that old, that obvious
distinction between the two classes of men; on the one hand the steady
goers of superhuman strength who, plodding and persevering, repeat the
whole alphabet in order, twenty-six letters in all, from start to finish;
on the other the gifted, the inspired who, miraculously, lump all the
letters together in one flash--the way of genius.
- Virigina Woolf, To the Lighthouse
Wednesday, August 21, 2024
Thursday, July 18, 2024
Monday, June 17, 2024
Mina Loy
The is Neither Life nor Death (1914-1915)
Only intensity,
And tame things
Have no immensity
- Mina Loy
Tuesday, June 11, 2024
Thursday, May 16, 2024
Swerve
"Why is it invariably I who swerves first? Why precisely me and not him?"
- Dostoyevsky, Notes from the Underground
Friday, April 26, 2024
Taiji
In Taiji (T'ai Chi) movement, follow the curve to be aware of the straight line.
- Master Wu Yu-Hsaing