"Poetry not only boldly opens up our earthly tombs, but shows how art lies between realms and how we oscillate between entombed and exhumed. –And if we only sun ourselves as merrymaking mayflies, actual midday mayflies, in the rays of the setting sun and then sink: not only do the flies sink but the sun sinks also; but in the wide-open spaces of creation, where no earthly power intervenes, sun and spirit have no setting and no grave." --Jean-Paul (tr Matthew Spencer on his Substack)
bailing the dinghy · a dark crossing
crest increasingly · deranged forecasts
the day melting · in the wolf's mouth
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