A la recherche du temps perdu











"We lie all our life long, especially indeed, perhaps only, to those people who love us."
—  Marcel Proust, The Fugitive, trans. Moncrieff, Kilmartin, and Enright

"I would dread to feel that we were separated even by these sentences."
—  Gerald Murnane, adapted from A Million Windows

My review of Gerald Murnane’s A Million Windows is in the new issue of The Quarterly Conversation.

My review of Gerald Murnane’s A Million Windows is in the new issue of The Quarterly Conversation.


"I call the dead as often as I can."
—  Keith Waldrop, from “An Apparatus

"I am only writing this down so that when you do not see me any more you will know that my enemy has finally triumphed."
—  Anna Kavan, Asylum Piece

"Who is this I that says I ?"
—  Dan Beachy-Quick, adapted from “Lines

Michelangelo Antonioni, Il deserto rosso, 1964

Michelangelo Antonioni, Il deserto rosso, 1964


"It is thanks to my evening reading alone that I am still more or less sane."
—  W. G. Sebald, Vertigo, trans. Michael Hulse

"there, as here, ruin opens
the tomb, the temple; enter,
there as here, there are no doors…"
—  H. D., from The Walls Do Not Fall in Trilogy

Landscapes from Mars(via)

Landscapes from Mars

(via)


"One wound is enough to feed the open wounds of the sky."
—  Edmond Jabès, from The Book of Margins, trans. Rosmarie Waldrop

"I’ve been here before, dreaming myself
backwards…"
—  Yusef Komunyakaa, from “Confluence

"For speaking either truth or comfort
I have no more tongue than a wound."
—  W. S. Merwin, from “The Nails

Francis Bacon, Head II, 1948

Francis Bacon, Head II, 1948


"So many fires start in my head."
—  Brenda Shaughnessy, from “Big Game