Commonplace

A PAGE FOR SNIPPETS FROM MY READINGS
A COLLECTION OF THINGS TO REMEMBER, MAYBE TO WRITE ABOUT, TO RETURN TO

The magician seemed to promise that something torn to bits might be mended without a seam, that what had vanished might reappear, that a scattered handful of doves or dust might be reunited by a word, that a paper rose consumed by fire could be made to bloom from a pile of ash. But everyone knew that it was only an illusion. The true magic of this broken world lay in the ability of the things it contained to vanish, to become so thoroughly lost, that they might never have existed in the first place.
                      ~Michael Chabon, The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier & Clay
Nothing has an unlikely property. It is heavy.
                     ~ Jeanette Winterson, Weight: The Myth of Atlas and Heracles
Centuries telescoped into one evanescent moment. History was wrong-footed, caught off guard. Sloughed off like an old snakeskin. Its marks, its scars, its wounds from old wars and the walking-backwards days all fell away. In its absence it left an aura, a palpable shimmering that was as plain to see as the water in a river or the sun in the sky. As plain to feel as the heat on a hot day, or the tug of a fish on a taut line. So obvious that no one noticed.
~ Arundhati Roy, The God of Small Things
The act of metaphor then was a thrust at truth and a lie, depending where you were: inside, safe, or outside, lost.
~ Thomas Pynchon, The Crying of Lot 49
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Anne Sexton
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 “I have projected myself into the other with such power that when I am without the other I cannot recover myself, regain myself:  I am lost, forever.”
~ Roland Barthes, A Lover’s Discourse:  Fragments
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