Time is the substance from which I am made.
Time is a river which carries me along, but I am the river;
it is a tiger that devours me, but I am the tiger;
it is a fire that consumes me, but I am the fire.
- Jorge Luis Borges, Labyrinths: Selected Stories and Other Writings
Showing posts with label time. Show all posts
Showing posts with label time. Show all posts
Monday, August 21, 2017
Monday, July 3, 2017
A Momentary Creed
I believe in the ordinary day
that is here at this moment and is me
I do not see it going its own way
but I never saw how it came to me
it extends beyond whatever I may
think I know and all that is real to me
it is the present that it bears away
where has it gone when it has gone from me
there is no place I know outside today
except for the unknown all around me
the only presence that appears to stay
everything that I call mine it lent me
even the way that I believe the day
for as long as it is here and is me
— W.S. Merwin
from his Pulitzer-Prize winning book
The Shadow of Sirius (Copper Canyon Press, 2008)
that is here at this moment and is me
I do not see it going its own way
but I never saw how it came to me
it extends beyond whatever I may
think I know and all that is real to me
it is the present that it bears away
where has it gone when it has gone from me
there is no place I know outside today
except for the unknown all around me
the only presence that appears to stay
everything that I call mine it lent me
even the way that I believe the day
for as long as it is here and is me
— W.S. Merwin
from his Pulitzer-Prize winning book
The Shadow of Sirius (Copper Canyon Press, 2008)
Tuesday, May 26, 2015
Reel
Time
is but the stream
I go a-fishing in.
Its thin current
slides away, but
eternity remains.
– Henry David Thoreau
(arranged quote)
is but the stream
I go a-fishing in.
Its thin current
slides away, but
eternity remains.
– Henry David Thoreau
(arranged quote)
Wednesday, February 18, 2015
Time
Habituation is a falling asleep or
fatiguing of the sense of time;
which explains why young years
pass slowly, while later life flings
itself faster and faster upon its course.
fatiguing of the sense of time;
which explains why young years
pass slowly, while later life flings
itself faster and faster upon its course.
-- Thomas Mann, The Magic Mountain
(arranged quote)
(arranged quote)
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