I can’t choose a favorite between Lax & Szymborska, but no one could write this as she did:
Beyond the reach
of our presence.
In the paradise lost
How these little words ring.
— Wisława Szymborska, “The Railroad Station”
Apt night reading:
This is the use of memory:
For liberation - not less of love but expanding
Of love beyond desire, and so liberation
From the future as well as the past.
— T.S. Eliot, “Little Gidding”
[Blake] understands that it is not the physical eye that enables what we see, but the mind’s eye: the retina, optic nerve and brain are the servants, not masters, of perception.
America’s looming dystopia is, in part, a failure of imagination.
The four-fold imagination | Aeon
As soon as the President finishes his press conference, black wings carry off the words, bits of flesh still clinging to them.
— Robert Bly, “The Teeth Mother Naked At Last” (1970)
Come, in my labor find a resting place
And in my sorrows lay your head,
Or rather take my life and blood
And buy yourself a better bed—
Or take my breath and take my death
And buy yourself a better rest.
Thomas Merton, “For My Brother Reported Missing in Action, 1943”
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