"On those luminous mornings Adela returned from the market, like Pomona emerging from the flames of day, spilling from her basket the colorful beauty of the sun--the shiny pink cherries full of juice under their transparent skins, the mysterious black morellos that smelled so much better than they tasted, apricots in whose golden pulp lay the core of long afternoons. And next to that pure poetry of fruit, she unloaded sides of meat with their keyboard of ribs swollen with energy and strength, and seaweeds of vegetables like dead octopuses and squids--the raw material of meals with a yet undefined taste, the vegetative and terrestrial ingredient of dinner, exuding a wild and rustic smell."
-Bruno Schulz
"...no more I ask myself the question O why is God torturing me, that's it, be a loner, travel, talk to waiters only, in fact, in Milan, Paris, just talk to waiters, walk around, no more self imposed agony... it's time to think and watch and keep concentrated on the fact that after all this whole surface of the world as we know it now will be covered with the silt of a billion years in time...
There are immeasurable star misty aeons of universe more numerous than the sands in all the galaxies, multiplied by a billion lightyears of multiplication...Macrocosms and microcosms and chillicosms and microbes and finally you got all these marvelous books a man aint even got time to read em all, what you gonna do in this already piled up multiple world when you have to think of the Book of Songs, Faulkner, Cesar Birotteau, Shakespeare, Satyricons, Dantes... We all agree it's too big to keep up with, that we're surrounded by life, that we'll never understand it..."-Jack Kerouac, Big Sur
ignorant before the heavens of my life,
i stand and gaze in wonder. oh the vastness
of the stars. their rising and descent. how still.
as if I didn't exist. do I have any
share in this? have i somehow dispensed with
their pure effect? does my blood's ebb and flow
change their changes? let me put aside
every desire, every relationship
except this one, so that my heart grows used to
its farthest spaces. better that it live
fully aware, in the terror of its stars, than
as if protected, soothed by what is near.
-rainer maria rilke
"Optical" pluralism or "perspectivism" does not preclude the existence of an objective reality. It does, however, tie the validity of the different "views" of that reality to particular standpoints rather than to some absolute Truth. As such, it underscores the inherent futility of any attempt to compare different cognitive outlooks to one another in terms of their "correctness."-Social Mindscapes (Zerubavel)
a kiss, when all is said, - what is it?
an oath that's ratified, - a sealed promise,
a heart's avowal claiming confirmation, -
a rose-dot on the 'i' of 'adoration,' -
a secret that to mouth, not ear, is whispered, -
brush of a bee's wing, that makes time eternal, -
communion perfumed like the spring's wild flowers, -
the heart's relieving in the heart's outbreathing,
when to the lips the soul's flood rises, brimming!
"I want freedom, the right to self-expression, everybody's right to beautiful, radiant things."
