May 2013
27 posts
There is nothing natural about the concept of wilderness
– William Cronon (via heteroglossia)
Writing begins only when it is the approach to that point where nothing reveals...
– Maurice Blanchot, The Space of Literature (via heteroglossia)
April 2013
7 posts
So I loved until I fell in love.
– Salah Abdel Sabour, The Tragedy of al-Hallaj (via theuncolonizedmind)
March 2013
7 posts
To love. To be loved. To never forget your own insignificance. To never get used...
– Arundhati Roy, The Algebra of Infinite Justice (via theyoungradical)
The poet is someone who is permanently involved with a language that is dying...
– Jacques Derrida, on Paul Celan (via heteroglossia)
Language has been granted too much power. The linguistic turn, the semiotic...
– Karen Barad, Posthumanist Performativity: Toward an Understanding of How Matter Comes to Matter (via particlesofthings)
Nothing can match those limping days for length
Where under snows of years,...
– Baudelaire “Spleen” (via meta—-mash)
Our speech was more of love than of the books which lay open before us; our...
– Peter Abelard, letter to Heloise d’Argentuil (via heteroglossia)
February 2013
4 posts
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حريتي فوضاي إني أعترف ! - درويش
January 2013
4 posts
December 2012
8 posts