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There is a vividness to eleven years of love
because it is over. A clarity of Greece now
because I live in Manhattan or New England.
If what is happening is part of what’s going on
around what’s occurring, it is impossible
to know what is truly happening. If love is
part of the passion, part of the fine food
or the villa on the Mediterranean, it is not
clear what the love is. When I was walking
in the mountains with the Japanese man and began
to hear the water, he said “What is the sound
of the waterfall?” “Silence,” he finally told me.
The stillness I did not notice until the sound
of water falling made apparent the silence I had
been hearing long before. I ask myself what
is the sound of women? What is the word for
that still thing I have hunted inside them
for so long? Deep inside the avalanche of joy,
the thing deeper in the dark, and deeper still
in the bed where we are lost. Deeper, deeper
down where a woman’s heart is holding its breath,
where something very far away in that body
is becoming something we don’t have a name for.
— “Happening Apart from What’s Happening Around It” by Jack Gilbert (via grammatolatry)
The Future is Here!
Shredding and slicing, dividing and subdividing, the clocks of
Harley Street nibbled at the June day, counselled submission,
upheld authority, and pointed out in chorus the supreme advantages
of a sense of proportion, until the mound of time was so far
diminished that a commercial clock, suspended above a shop in
Oxford Street, announced, genially and fraternally, as if it were a
pleasure to Messrs. Rigby and Lowndes to give the information
gratis, that it was half-past one.
— Virginia Woolf, Mrs Dalloway (via vwvw)
I used to pray that God would feed the hungry, or do this or that, but now I pray that he will guide me to do whatever I’m supposed to do, what I can do. I used to pray for answers, but now I’m praying for strength. I used to believe that prayer changes things, but now I know that prayer changes us and we change things.
— Mother Teresa (via emotional-algebra)