lunedì 15 dicembre 2014

what dreams may come

  To sleep, perchance to dream: ay,there's the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil ,
Must give us pause...
Shakespeare, Hamlet, Act III, scene 1

mercoledì 10 settembre 2014

desire of oblivion

Beyond all this, the wish to be alone
However the sky grows dark with invitation cards
However we follow the printed directions of sex
However the family is photographed under the flagstaff
Beyond all this, the wish to be alone.

Beneath it all, desire of oblivion runs:
Despite the artful tensions of the calendar,
The life insurance, the tabled fertility rites
The costly aversion of the eyes from death -
Beneath it all, desire of oblivion runs.

Philip Larkin

venerdì 29 agosto 2014

the ice was all around...

 ...the ice was here, the ice was there, the ice was all around...
S.T. Coleridge, The Rhyme of the Ancient Mariner

lunedì 18 agosto 2014

it's a pity...

It's a pity we don't whistle at one another like birds. Words are misleading.
Halldor Laxness, Under the Glacier

sabato 16 agosto 2014

where's the North?

Ask where's the North? At York 'tis on the Tweed; in Scotland at the Orcades; and there, at Greenland, Zembla or the Lord knows where.
Alexander Pope