Reading a great book can be a test of endurance …
And I, infinitesimal being,
drunk with the great starry
likeness, image of
I felt myself a pure part
of the abyss,
I wheeled with the stars,
my heart broke loose on the wind.
"stop being a mindless slave and quit your boring job and go do what you really want, using the money you obviously have, because I don’t understand class struggles or intersectionality"
[Anton Chekhov and Olga Knipper, 1901]
I slept before a wall of books and they
calmed everything in the room, even
their contents, even me, woken
by the cold and thrill, and still
they said, like the Dutch verb for falling
silent that English has no accommodation for
in the attics and rafters of its intimacies.
– Saskia Hamilton, “Zwijgen” (with thanks to Whiskey River)
A single dream is more powerful than a thousand realities.
…all literature in some degree, exists to reveal a more powerful and passionate, a more divine world than ours;