Short piece on a poem by the late and rather unknown to me, Hans van de Waarsenburg.
I included the poem in full, which you should read if nothing else.
Some usual suspects, too—Pound, Blanchot, Nancy, Bonnefoy..

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An attempt to write on Guyotat, while reading Joubert, a short and too repetitive piece.

These links are all but hidden on the other sight.

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“our debt to the dead has by now become essentially insoluble, just as our guilt with regard to the victims of modern history has become essentially inexpiable.”
- Robert Pogue Harrison

My twin brother passed away early last month. I love him and already miss him very much. He taught me more than I am likely to ever know.

It felt strange to leave this unacknowledged anywhere, even if only here, where my personal life is rather absent.

“Has the one who has left disappeared completely, broken, prone, by a breath as it catches
its breath in the bruises.”

Tr. Anthony Barnett

“It is time to sleep. Must I now / await the return of a riper dawn / for a more regular labour? / Or must I so soon, must I really / go down to the shores of the great underground waters?”

Arseny Tarkovsky,
Tr. Philip Metres & Dimitri Psurtsev

“I see something without sight
in the shadows where I flit
my tongue cannot speak it
my ear cannot make it quiet.”
- Fondane

“In a real sense the man died
of responsibility, the sustained pressure of remembering

what had long been dismembered–”
- Richard Howard