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  1. The art of our time is noisy with appeals for silence. A coquettish, even cheerful nihilism. One recognizes the imperative of silence, but goes on speaking anyway. Discovering that one has nothing to say, one seeks a way to say that.

    Susan Sontag (1967)
    #everynightapoem #ofsorts

  2. The art of our time is noisy with appeals for silence. A coquettish, even cheerful nihilism. One recognizes the imperative of silence, but goes on speaking anyway. Discovering that one has nothing to say, one seeks a way to say that.

    Susan Sontag (1967)
    #everynightapoem #ofsorts

  3. The art of our time is noisy with appeals for silence. A coquettish, even cheerful nihilism. One recognizes the imperative of silence, but goes on speaking anyway. Discovering that one has nothing to say, one seeks a way to say that.

    Susan Sontag (1967)
    #everynightapoem #ofsorts

  4. The art of our time is noisy with appeals for silence. A coquettish, even cheerful nihilism. One recognizes the imperative of silence, but goes on speaking anyway. Discovering that one has nothing to say, one seeks a way to say that.

    Susan Sontag (1967)
    #everynightapoem #ofsorts

  5. The art of our time is noisy with appeals for silence. A coquettish, even cheerful nihilism. One recognizes the imperative of silence, but goes on speaking anyway. Discovering that one has nothing to say, one seeks a way to say that.

    Susan Sontag (1967)
    #everynightapoem #ofsorts

  6. Verde que te quiero verde
    (Green how I want you green)

    Federico Garcia Lorca’s bedroom, in Granada

    (📷 with thanks to another poet, Pedro Larrea)
    #everynightapoem #ofsorts

  7. Verde que te quiero verde
    (Green how I want you green)

    Federico Garcia Lorca’s bedroom, in Granada

    (📷 with thanks to another poet, Pedro Larrea)
    #everynightapoem #ofsorts

  8. Verde que te quiero verde
    (Green how I want you green)

    Federico Garcia Lorca’s bedroom, in Granada

    (📷 with thanks to another poet, Pedro Larrea)
    #everynightapoem #ofsorts

  9. Verde que te quiero verde
    (Green how I want you green)

    Federico Garcia Lorca’s bedroom, in Granada

    (📷 with thanks to another poet, Pedro Larrea)
    #everynightapoem #ofsorts

  10. Verde que te quiero verde
    (Green how I want you green)

    Federico Garcia Lorca’s bedroom, in Granada

    (📷 with thanks to another poet, Pedro Larrea)
    #everynightapoem #ofsorts

  11. “Don’t be afraid of the clocks, they are our time, time has been generous to us.

    We are synchronized, now and forever.
    I love you.”

    -Félix Gonzáles-Torres (1957-1996)
    Letter to Ross Laycock, 1988
    #everynightapoem #ofsorts #clocks

  12. “Don’t be afraid of the clocks, they are our time, time has been generous to us.

    We are synchronized, now and forever.
    I love you.”

    -Félix Gonzáles-Torres (1957-1996)
    Letter to Ross Laycock, 1988
    #everynightapoem #ofsorts #clocks

  13. “Don’t be afraid of the clocks, they are our time, time has been generous to us.

    We are synchronized, now and forever.
    I love you.”

    -Félix Gonzáles-Torres (1957-1996)
    Letter to Ross Laycock, 1988
    #everynightapoem #ofsorts #clocks

  14. “Don’t be afraid of the clocks, they are our time, time has been generous to us.

    We are synchronized, now and forever.
    I love you.”

    -Félix Gonzáles-Torres (1957-1996)
    Letter to Ross Laycock, 1988
    #everynightapoem #ofsorts #clocks

  15. “Don’t be afraid of the clocks, they are our time, time has been generous to us.

    We are synchronized, now and forever.
    I love you.”

    -Félix Gonzáles-Torres (1957-1996)
    Letter to Ross Laycock, 1988
    #everynightapoem #ofsorts #clocks

  16. "I am reduced to a thing that wants Virginia."

    -Vita Sackville-West
    letter to Virginia Woolf
    Milan [posted in Trieste], Thursday, 21 Jan 1926

    #everynightapoem #ofsorts #epistolary #VitaSackvilleWest #VirginiaWoolf

  17. "I am reduced to a thing that wants Virginia."

    -Vita Sackville-West
    letter to Virginia Woolf
    Milan [posted in Trieste], Thursday, 21 Jan 1926

    #everynightapoem #ofsorts #epistolary #VitaSackvilleWest #VirginiaWoolf

  18. "I am reduced to a thing that wants Virginia."

    -Vita Sackville-West
    letter to Virginia Woolf
    Milan [posted in Trieste], Thursday, 21 Jan 1926

    #everynightapoem #ofsorts #epistolary #VitaSackvilleWest #VirginiaWoolf

  19. "I am reduced to a thing that wants Virginia."

    -Vita Sackville-West
    letter to Virginia Woolf
    Milan [posted in Trieste], Thursday, 21 Jan 1926

    #everynightapoem #ofsorts #epistolary #VitaSackvilleWest #VirginiaWoolf

  20. "I am reduced to a thing that wants Virginia."

    -Vita Sackville-West
    letter to Virginia Woolf
    Milan [posted in Trieste], Thursday, 21 Jan 1926

    #everynightapoem #ofsorts #epistolary #VitaSackvilleWest #VirginiaWoolf

  21. You mentioned spring's delaying — I blamed her for the opposite.

    I would eat evanescence slowly.

    -#EmilyDickinson
    letter to Elizabeth Holland (ltr 318)
    #everynightapoem #ofsorts #march1

  22. You mentioned spring's delaying — I blamed her for the opposite.

    I would eat evanescence slowly.

    -#EmilyDickinson
    letter to Elizabeth Holland (ltr 318)
    #everynightapoem #ofsorts #march1

  23. You mentioned spring's delaying — I blamed her for the opposite.

    I would eat evanescence slowly.

    -#EmilyDickinson
    letter to Elizabeth Holland (ltr 318)
    #everynightapoem #ofsorts #march1

  24. You mentioned spring's delaying — I blamed her for the opposite.

    I would eat evanescence slowly.

    -#EmilyDickinson
    letter to Elizabeth Holland (ltr 318)
    #everynightapoem #ofsorts #march1

  25. You mentioned spring's delaying — I blamed her for the opposite.

    I would eat evanescence slowly.

    -#EmilyDickinson
    letter to Elizabeth Holland (ltr 318)
    #everynightapoem #ofsorts #march1

  26. "Avec ma main brûlée, j'ai le droit maintenant d'écrire des phrases sur la nature du feu.”

    “With my burnt hand, I now have the right to write a few words on the nature of fire,” wrote Flaubert to his lover Louise Colet.

    In Ingeborg Bachmann, the phrase reappears with a crucial excision. Writing from pain, but not asserting one's right to do so. “With my burnt hand, I write on the nature of fire.”
    #everynightapoem #ofsorts
    #translation #french #literature #flaubert #ingeborgbachmann #writing

  27. "Avec ma main brûlée, j'ai le droit maintenant d'écrire des phrases sur la nature du feu.”

    “With my burnt hand, I now have the right to write a few words on the nature of fire,” wrote Flaubert to his lover Louise Colet.

    In Ingeborg Bachmann, the phrase reappears with a crucial excision. Writing from pain, but not asserting one's right to do so. “With my burnt hand, I write on the nature of fire.”
    #everynightapoem #ofsorts
    #translation #french #literature #flaubert #ingeborgbachmann #writing

  28. "Avec ma main brûlée, j'ai le droit maintenant d'écrire des phrases sur la nature du feu.”

    “With my burnt hand, I now have the right to write a few words on the nature of fire,” wrote Flaubert to his lover Louise Colet.

    In Ingeborg Bachmann, the phrase reappears with a crucial excision. Writing from pain, but not asserting one's right to do so. “With my burnt hand, I write on the nature of fire.”
    #everynightapoem #ofsorts
    #translation #french #literature #flaubert #ingeborgbachmann #writing

  29. "Avec ma main brûlée, j'ai le droit maintenant d'écrire des phrases sur la nature du feu.”

    “With my burnt hand, I now have the right to write a few words on the nature of fire,” wrote Flaubert to his lover Louise Colet.

    In Ingeborg Bachmann, the phrase reappears with a crucial excision. Writing from pain, but not asserting one's right to do so. “With my burnt hand, I write on the nature of fire.”
    #everynightapoem #ofsorts
    #translation #french #literature #flaubert #ingeborgbachmann #writing

  30. "Avec ma main brûlée, j'ai le droit maintenant d'écrire des phrases sur la nature du feu.”

    “With my burnt hand, I now have the right to write a few words on the nature of fire,” wrote Flaubert to his lover Louise Colet.

    In Ingeborg Bachmann, the phrase reappears with a crucial excision. Writing from pain, but not asserting one's right to do so. “With my burnt hand, I write on the nature of fire.”
    #everynightapoem #ofsorts
    #translation #french #literature #flaubert #ingeborgbachmann #writing

  31. The tango can be debated, and we have debates over it, but it still encloses, as does all that which is truthful, a secret.
    -Jorge Luis Borges
    #everynightapoem #ofsorts #borges #tango

    #amlistening to this gorgeous performance of Piazzolla's Oblivion by the Bella Piano Trio youtube.com/watch?v=SnSmp-yq8V

    [Borges’ sketch of tango dancers]

  32. The tango can be debated, and we have debates over it, but it still encloses, as does all that which is truthful, a secret.
    -Jorge Luis Borges
    #everynightapoem #ofsorts #borges #tango

    #amlistening to this gorgeous performance of Piazzolla's Oblivion by the Bella Piano Trio youtube.com/watch?v=SnSmp-yq8V

    [Borges’ sketch of tango dancers]

  33. The tango can be debated, and we have debates over it, but it still encloses, as does all that which is truthful, a secret.
    -Jorge Luis Borges
    #everynightapoem #ofsorts #borges #tango

    #amlistening to this gorgeous performance of Piazzolla's Oblivion by the Bella Piano Trio youtube.com/watch?v=SnSmp-yq8V

    [Borges’ sketch of tango dancers]