Wednesday, January 25, 2006

A private little sun for her soul to bask in

And as each and all of them were warmed without by the sun, so each of them had a private little sun for her soul to bask in; some dream, some affection, some hobby, at least some remote and distant hope which, though perhaps starving to nothing, still lived on, as hopes will.

Thomas Hardy - Tess of the D'Urbervilles, 14

Morning light, scarfed in sun-dazzle

...Then whoever wants to
may go bravely to mead, when morning light,
scarfed in sun-dazzle, shines forth from the south,
and brings another daybreak to the world.

Beowulf, ll. 603-606, p20 (of Seamus Heaney's translation)

Thursday, January 12, 2006

Except to get out of hell

No one has ever written, painted, sculpted, modeled, built, or invented except literally to get out of hell.

Antonin Artaud - Van Gogh, Suicided by Society