even the light
bows to the pebbles
and their silence

I had no life, had to find whether one was possible. If so, whether it was worth keeping.

Shinkichi Takahashi

Clarity, too, has it mirages.

Yves Bonnefoy
tr. Richard Pevear

various kinds
of wonders
have lost their wonder
wonderland is headed
for its own destruction

Tada Chimako
tr. Jeffrey Angles

I again learned to speak and I wept
when a word escaped me.

Ingeborg Bachmann
tr. Peter Filkins

Between a word and a thing
you only encounter yourself,
lying between each as if next to someone ill,
never able to get to either.

Ingeborg Bachmann
tr. Peter Filkins

At the risk of appearing self-contradictory, I do not believe art is understood through intellectual operations, but rather that we intercept the outline of a certain manner of treating (being in) the world.

Mel Bochner

art is perhaps the most glorious of failures

DISGUST IS THE APPROPRIATE RESPONSE TO MOST SITUATIONS

Jenny Holzer

The there of things, the auroral there, is not inert. It shifts constantly, imperceptibly.
(Le là des choses, là auroral, n’est pas inerte. Remue sans cesse, imperceptiblement.)

Roger Munier

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