"These little stones, thoughtfully placed, only one each time, on the edge of a name as the promise of a return." - Jacques Derrida, The Deaths of Roland Barthes Thoughts are bugs flying into a windscreen. I start thinking 'if she was here' and the thoughts go splat. I think of the bonfire night when… Continue reading Leftovers
Tag: grief
With love on a birthday
"It is said that mourning, by its gradual labour, slowly erases pain; I could not, I cannot believe this; because for me, Time eliminates the emotion of loss (I do not weep), that is all. For the rest, everything has remained motionless. For what I have lost is not a Figure (the Mother), but a… Continue reading With love on a birthday
I am 29 and the world is at my feet
I have to start writing again, not because I've been wasting time finding other things to do but more because I've found new sanctity in time. I used to scoff at people who lamented the brevity of things as though they were greedy for wanting more than their share. Now I am hungry for everything… Continue reading I am 29 and the world is at my feet
Hypomnêsis
“This way through night’s magic corridors where our beloved come back to us alive, right here and with no blood tax at the border.” —Hélène Cixous, Dream I Tell You "I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams." —W. B. Yeats, 'The Cloths of Heaven' Picture it, a… Continue reading Hypomnêsis
Letters for Rent 