March 2010
30 posts
“The truth is, I often like women. I like their unconventionality. I like their completeness. I like their anonymity.”
— Virginia Woolf
Trio
So well she knew them both ! yet as she came
Into the room, and heard their speech
Of tragic meshes knotted with her name,
And saw them, foes, but meeting each with each
Closer than friends, souls bared through enmity,
Beneath their startled gaze she thought that she
Broke as the stranger on their conference,
And left them as she stole abashed from thence.
- Vita Sackville-West
at night
I am trying to write. I can only manage that during night time. The shadows whisper to me: “Include me in!”. I stay silent until they begin whispering behind my back. I am fortunate for they have manners left. To the left, spot their dishonest hearts.
The end of the month is indelibly marching my way and it seems horrifying. March. A certain waterway is recollecting the drops of a memory from under the pebbles and I feel strangely discomposed. Dropping pencils on the ground. There is so much to feel and so much to do. I struggle with today and I travel by trains into the past. The roads are worn out but no one will repair them. But the sun and the clouds remain all the same.
Feathers falling down faster perhaps.
“When I cannot see words curling like rings of smoke round me I am in darkness—I am nothing.”
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-The Waves
“She felt… how life, from being made up of little separate incidents which one lived one by one, became curled and whole like a wave which bore one up with it and threw one down with it, there, with a dash on the beach. ”
— To the Lighthouse
“I meant to write about death, only life came breaking in as usual”
— Virginia Woolf
“When you consider things like the stars, our affairs don’t seem to matter very much, do they?”
— Virginia Woolf
“We are nauseated by the sight of trivial personalities decomposing in the eternity of print.”
— Virginia Woolf
