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In creating, you create the origin that swallows you.

Edmond Jabès, quoted in Rosmarie Waldrop’s Lavish Absence (via proustitute)

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1 year ago on August 13, 2011 at 12:24am

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A body to be caressed causes the hand to open.
There is no caress in the clenched fist; likewise,
no pen—the pen half-opens the hand.

The hand opens to the word, opens to distance.

Edmond Jabès, from “Those From Whom…” (“Ceux à qui…”), trans. Keith Waldrop (adapted from heart-hieroglyphs)

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2 years ago on May 17, 2011 at 01:20pm

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I am a Manhattan-based playwright who writes letters to dead people.

"What, after all, is a clock? Without your grownup it is nothing. It is the grownup who winds it, who sets it back or ahead, who takes it to the watchmaker to be checked, cleaned, and when necessary repaired. Just as with the cuckoo that stops calling too soon, just as with upset saltcellars, spiders seen in the morning, black cats on the left, the oil portrait of Uncle that falls off the wall because the nail has come loose in the plaster, just as in a mirror, grownups see more in and behind a clock than any clock can justify."

Gunter Grass, The Tin Drum

Posts tagged edmond jabès.

In creating, you create the origin that swallows you.

A body to be caressed causes the hand to open. There is no caress in the clenched fist; likewise, no pen—the pen half-opens the hand. The hand opens to the word, opens to distance.

hello, hello ellephanta

A body to be caressed causes the hand to open.
There is no caress in the clenched fist; likewise,
no pen—the pen half-opens the hand.

The hand opens to the word, opens to distance.