in memorium

Life will always be dwarfed by death. In fact, life arises, frail and brief, with all its attendant joys and sorrows, from death. Perhaps one could say that emptiness is the great mother, giving forth life, silently nurturing, without bias, all who thrive within her compassionate embrace. And it is within this silence, this most… Continue reading in memorium

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we are in the dark

We are in the dark, unknown, ignorant, Floating down the river of time, Rooted in the fields of space, And everything passes and nothing ceases Except, soon, ourselves When at grave’s edge We will see that we lived in the great light And never knew it. Jean Wahl tr. Michael Tweed ill. Avigdor Arikha (Nous sommes dans… Continue reading we are in the dark

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translated by Jean-Paul Auxeméry and Claude Margat  

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Light is not so much something that reveals, as it is itself the revelation. James Turrell

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One’s complete sentences are attempts, as often as not, to complete an incomplete self with words. William Gass

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The masters also extol humility above many other virtues. But I extol detachment above humility for this reason: humility can exist without detachment, but perfect detachment cannot exist without perfect humility, for perfect humility ends in the destruction of self. Now detachment comes so close to nothing, that between perfect detachment and nothing no thing… Continue reading Untitled

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There are things better left untouched by words (blunt instruments). Anna Kamienska

Visuals

More samples of photography, drawings, etc. can be seen at my tumblr.

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The Book is a Ghost

Writings by Roger Gilbert-Lecomte selected and translated by yours truly. Available from Solar Luxuriance.

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Gratitude, acknowledgement & remembrance for something that can so easily get lost Joseph Cornell

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True poverty, the poverty of the spirit, is the realization that there is no intrinsic reason for one’s being at all. In this fundamental poverty of creatureliness, there is equality. The human person has no more claim to intrinsic being than a plant or animal, a star or a stone. Rev. Michael J. Himes &… Continue reading Untitled

The Alchemy of the Eye

An essay on film from the collection of writings by Roger Gilbert-Lecomte that i edited and translated has been published online by ENTROPY. Check it out here.

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I have already had the thought that we might be able to live from renunciation, as if it might perhaps give us strength if once and for all we said goodbye to hope. Hölderlin (from a letter to Susette Gontard, Nov. 1799)

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Someday, we’ll fall down and weep, and we’ll understand it all. All things. from Terence Malik’s Tree of Life

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“[L]ife” is not the fascist life-force, vitalism, or physics-based analyses of “life” as events in the world. “Life,” as precisely what cannot be made present in perceptions or concepts, is an individual’s non-reflective self-awareness. As Henry often says, biology knows nothing of “life”.  [E]ach I’s self-givenness, its intimacy, to itself is not a “personal achievement”;… Continue reading Untitled

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Myth takes the place of mystery. The world to be built is replaced by the essential completion of its shadow. This is not the disinterestedness of contemplation but of irresponsibility. The poet exiles himself from the city. From this point of view, the value of the beautiful is relative. There is something wicked and egoist and… Continue reading Untitled

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But images are so simple, so holy, that often one is afraid to describe them. Hölderlin