Saturday, March 14, 2026

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"I wish to preserve the difference between text and life and to avoid subjugating one to the other."

"The art looks as if disasters have passed through it, but it also looks as if it had survived those disasters and as if the strewn pieces of it could be assembled into something quite superior." —R A Lafferty via

Danse Macabre.

"The Bird with the Dark Plumes

'The bird with the dark plumes in my blood,
That never for one moment, however I patched my truces,
Consented to make peace with the people,
It is pitiful now to watch her pleasure in a breath of tempest
Breaking the sad promise of spring.
Are these that morose hawk's wings, vaulting, a mere mad swallow's,
The snow-shed peak, the violent precipice?
Poor outlaw that would not value their praise do you prize their blame?
'Their liking' she said 'was a long creance,
But let them be kind enough to hate me, that opens the sky.'
It is almost as foolish my poor falcon
To want hatred as to want love; and harder to win."

—Robertson Jeffers

Bardo.

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