currently reading...

"I knew everything then, nor have I forgotten it now..."

 in the interest of time & distance

victorian infographics 

via bibliodyssey & but does it float

Konrad Onasch
Ikonen Teil 1 - 6
Union Verlag, Berlin
1969 - 1974

feeling a bit this way lately

jonathan levitt

something is keeping below the surface, ebbing and molding, becoming substantial. waving ribbons.
adjacent to the road: rows and rows of all the things we used to grow.

we did not create ourselves

Duncan Fallowell's library
by Sergey Stefanovich

particularly enjoyed the bit where he describes writing as a "pyrotechnic activity, you're sending out firework displays of the imagination, luminating the darkness." 
and
"do you think writers are odd? I don't know. I don't subscribe to this idea that you've got to be odd to be a writer... Perhaps you have got to be more normal than other people. For me what's odd is people who get terribly excited by buying oven chips in Tesco. That to me, is pure eccentricity."

for when i forget how to speak

supposing i dreamed this)
only imagine, when day has thrilled
you are a house around which
i am a wind-

your walls will not reckon how
strangely my life is curved
since the best he can do
is to peer through windows,unobserved

-listen, for(out of all
things)dream is noone's fool;
if this wind who i am prowls
carefully around this house of you

love being such, or such,
the normal corners of your heart
will never guess how much
my wonderful jealousy is dark

if light should flower:
or laughing sparkle from
the shut house(around and around
which a poor wind will roam

 -e.e. cummings