And if the Wine you drink, the Lip you press,
End in the Nothing all Things end in - Yes

–Omar Khayyam


Thursday, December 15, 2016

Vermeer, excerpt





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The airy sky has taken its place leaning against the wall.
It is like a prayer to what is empty.
And what is empty turns its face to us and whispers:
“I am not empty, I am open.”

—Tomas Tranströmer
Robert Bly translation


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