"Ineluctable modality of the visible: at least that if no more, thought through my eyes. Signatures of all things I am here to read...Limits of the diaphane...Limit of the diaphane in. Why in? Diaphane, adiaphane...Shut your eyes and see."
Wednesday, February 1, 2012
"Detour" (1945)
"Raindrops streaked the windshield like tears."
Fatalism of the past.
He is chosen,
in a night of nights,
as a candle is,
the dark
and the wind
surrounding.
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