Meanderings

"There is no other life that can be this one again." -W.S. Merwin
penamerican:

“You have to carry the fire.”
“I don’t know how to.”
“Yes, you do.”
“Is the fire real? The fire?”
“Yes it is.”
“Where is it? I don’t know where it is.”
“Yes you do. It’s inside you. It always was there. I can see it.”
- Cormac McCarthy, The Road

penamerican:

“You have to carry the fire.”
“I don’t know how to.”
“Yes, you do.”
“Is the fire real? The fire?”
“Yes it is.”
“Where is it? I don’t know where it is.”
“Yes you do. It’s inside you. It always was there. I can see it.”
- Cormac McCarthy, The Road

And within me, along
with the […] faces, faces
and voices, so many
lives woven into mine,
such improbable quantities
of memory; so much already
forgotten, lost, pruned away—
yet the doves, the doves!

—C. K. Williams, closing lines to “Doves,” The New Yorker (3 November, 2003)

(Source: memoryslandscape, via journalofanobody)