Isidro Carriego

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Paul Valéry, The Method of Leonardo

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@_ruinacircular ¿Quién escribió la carta?

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Who safe at ingle-nook, by proxy, Hazards extremes of heterodoxy, Like him who finds a joy at table Pondering the uncomfortable.

James Joyce, The Holy Office

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Wherefore receive now from my lip Peripatetic scholarship.
To enter heaven, travel hell, Be piteous or terrible One positively needs the ease Of plenary indulgences.

For every true-born mysticist A Dante is, unprejudiced,

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[poodle's gaze @peplumtop]

Schopenhauer, Florence 1822:

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Aloysius Bertrand, Gaspard de la nuit, The Gothic Chamber

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storm we feel:
The hemlock shakes in the rafter, the oak in the driving keel.

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Misgivings
BY HERMAN MELVILLE

When ocean-clouds over inland hills
Sweep storming in late autumn brown,
And horror the sodden valley fills,
And the spire falls crashing in the town,
I muse upon my country’s ills—
The tempest bursting from the waste of Time

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On the world’s fairest hope linked with man’s foulest crime.
Nature’s dark side is heeded now—
(Ah! optimist-cheer disheartened flown)—
A child may read the moody brow
Of yon black mountain lone.
With shouts the torrents down the gorges go,
And storms are formed behind the

[Isidro Carriego @Malacodadreamer]

storm we feel:
The hemlock shakes in the rafter, the oak in the driving keel.

[Isidro Carriego @Malacodadreamer]

On the world’s fairest hope linked with man’s foulest crime.
Nature’s dark side is heeded now—
(Ah! optimist-cheer disheartened flown)—
A child may read the moody brow
Of yon black mountain lone.
With shouts the torrents down the gorges go,
And storms are formed behind the

[Isidro Carriego @Malacodadreamer]

"We cannot produce a thought, a word, an act, which is not imprinted on the eternal mirror on which everything is engraved, and from which nothing is ever effaced."

-Louis-Claude de Saint-Martin

[Jean Montalte @JMontalte]

"La vie est un miroir voilé. Un miroir, parce que le monde est voué à la volupté des reflets à travers la mémoire, le rêve, l’art et la reproduction sexuelle. Un voile, parce qu’il dissimule ces duplications infinies pour nous faire croire qu’il y a bien une réalité. La seule présence d’un miroir est la menace d’une prolifération de simulacres qui engloutirait le monde dans leurs éclats. Enfant, Borges suppliait Dieu de ne pas le livrer aux regards aveugles d’un miroir dont les images, en l’absorbant, le dédoubleraient sans qu’il sache qui était qui de chaque côté du miroir."

Jorge Luis Borges et la philosophie, Jean-François Mattéi

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Paul Valéry, Le Vin perdu

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@jungerslop

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Wyndham Lewis, The Apes of God