When Barthes talks about love, and specially the love letter, he says we become possesed by a useless and urgent duty; a radiant or resplendecent duty. Everything that can nurish my aliveness, the loveliness and peace I crave to be willing to fill myself of… becomes my “deber resplandesciente”.
I said to myself, ‘I have things in my head that are not like what anyone has taught me…shapes and ideas so near to me…so natural to my way of being and thinking that is hasn’t occurred to me to put them down.’ I decided to start anew, to strip away what had been taught
i usually do not like catholic prayers but the lines "i believe in...the forgiveness of sins, the resurrection of the body" from the apostle's creed ground me
Languages are not algorithms of one another, you cannot match them item for item,” she says, adding “what if [there is] a word that does not intend to be translatable.” She calls this “a word that stops itself,” and writes: “in the presence of a word that stops itself, in that silence, one has the feeling that something has passed us and kept going, that some possibility has got free.” There it is again, that indescribable nearness, the sense of proximity to something words can’t identify.
∆ In which she is Anne Carson, i.e. The New Republic essay by Charlotte Shane
Nothing is original. Steal from anywhere that resonates with inspiration or fuels your imagination. Devour old films, new films, music, books, paintings, photographs, poems, dreams, random conversations, architecture, bridges, street signs, trees, clouds, bodies of water, light and shadows. Select only things to steal from that speak directly to your soul. If you do this, your work (and theft) will be authentic. Authenticity is invaluable; originality is non-existent. And don’t bother concealing your thievery - celebrate it if you feel like it. In any case, always remember what Jean-Luc Godard said: “It’s not where you take things from―it’s where you take them to."
| Jim Jarmusch