Nunc cognosco

et tenebrae eam non conprehenderunt


Edgar Payne - The Great White Peak (No. 2), circa 1924.

“…as if the letters were blades of grass. The words seem to be shifting in the wind, an easterly wind; a field, grass of uneven height, a cone unravelling. As he watches the words (because the first thing he has to do is watch them) B remembers - as if he were seeing it all on a movie screen - faraway fields in the southern hemisphere where his adolescent self is searching desultorily for a four leaf clover. Then it occurs to him that this memory may actually come from a film and not from real life.”

—   Vagabond in France and Belgium, Roberto Bolaño 
magictransistor:

A view of Constantinople, Nuremberg Chronicle, c. 1493.

magictransistor:

A view of Constantinople, Nuremberg Chronicle, c. 1493.

(via itsthom)

“We live in the time of no room, which is the time of the end. The time when everyone is obsessed with lack of time, lack of space, with saving time, conquering space, projecting into time and space the anguish produced within them by the technological furies of size, volume, quantity, speed, number, price, power and acceleration.”

—   Raids on the Unspeakable Thomas Merton 

“Are monastics and hippies and poets relevant? No, we’re deliberately irrelevant. We live with an ingrained irrelevance which is proper to every human being. The marginal person accepts the basic irrelevance of the human condition, an irrelevance which is manifested above all by the fact of death.”

—   Thomas Merton (via abiding-in-peace)

(via itsthom)

Dreams, Marriage, Uncles.

I do not remember my dreams, nightmares. Those that are called to front of the mind are the strangest. On Monday morning I woke and was able to recall the fantasy of the night. I dreamed myself within the Arctic circle; in a high vaulted church (reminiscent of the Hallgrimskirkja), sitting with my mother. We were attending a wedding (and I knew it to be a wedding). The procession down the aisle began, two men were getting married (an impossibility in Australia); my mother and I were surprised and pleased. My overwhelming dream-thoughts were that my crazed Pentecostal uncle (a simulacra of a brother of my father), who was sitting behind us, would be enraged by the event. I turned to see him shouting silent obscenities at the hammerbeams. The church broke open with applause for the couple; the sky poured in. 

ancient-serpent:

Mosaics in the Church of St Saviour, Istanbul, Turkey