luxe hours

mostly there, generally elsewhere.

I missed my stop
looking at heartbreak, the sky
almost criminal.

—Yusef Komunyakaa, from “NJ Transit” (via the-final-sentence)

apoetreflects: “Our unquenchable thirst for all that lies beyond, and that life reveals, is the liveliest proof of our immortality. It is both by poetry and through poetry, by music and through music, that the soul dimly descries the splendours beyond the tomb; and when an exquisite poem brings tears to our eyes, those tears are not a proof of overabundant joy: they bear witness rather to an impatient melancholy, a clamant demand by our nerves, our nature, exiled in imperfection, which would fain enter into immediate possession, while still on this earth, of a revealed paradise.” —Charles Baudelaire, from Selected Writings on Art and Literature (Penguin Classics, 1993)

apoetreflects:

“Our unquenchable thirst for all that lies beyond, and that life reveals, is the liveliest proof of our immortality. It is both by poetry and through poetry, by music and through music, that the soul dimly descries the splendours beyond the tomb; and when an exquisite poem brings tears to our eyes, those tears are not a proof of overabundant joy: they bear witness rather to an impatient melancholy, a clamant demand by our nerves, our nature, exiled in imperfection, which would fain enter into immediate possession, while still on this earth, of a revealed paradise.”

—Charles Baudelaire, from Selected Writings on Art and Literature (Penguin Classics, 1993)

(via dalkeyarchive)

Now I know a language so beautiful and lethal
My mouth bleeds when I speak it.

—Gwendolyn MacEwen, from “But” (via the-final-sentence)

The Millions: The dance that forms the structure of Satantango and the Werckmeister Harmonies that form the focal point of The Melancholy of Resistance suggest a desire for rhythmic order. I thought I could hear an echo of this rhythm in Szirtes’ translation. This may be an odd question, but do you write with music in the background? And if so, what music?

László Krasznahorkai: No, I write my texts, my sentences, in my head — outside there is a terrible, almost unbearable noise, inside there is a terrible, almost unbearable, pounding silence.

—Interview here

In a field
I am the absence
of field.
This is
always the case.
Wherever I am
I am what is missing.

When I walk
I part the air
and always
the air moves in
to fill the spaces
where my body’s been.

We all have reasons
for moving.
I move
to keep things whole.

—    Keeping Things Whole
    - Mark Strand