by | May 13, 2015 | Fragmentary Glimpses

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)

by | Apr 23, 2015 | Fragmentary Glimpses

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

by | Mar 25, 2015 | Fragmentary Glimpses

“[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...

by | Mar 23, 2015 | Fragmentary Glimpses

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...

by | Mar 18, 2015 | Fragmentary Glimpses

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

by | Dec 23, 2014 | Fragmentary Glimpses

And nothing will be yours except going towards where there’s no where. Alexandra Pizarnik