Monthly Archives: July 2020

The Moment

In the murky aftermath of a breakdown, a man still at odds with himself takes flight to a cottage in rural Norfolk. There he intends to strip his life of everything trivial, everything superfluous, paring it all back to the essential truths, values, and experiences. In doing so, he keeps a fragmentary journal: not a record of progress as such, but sporadic notes on his new surroundings as he attends to minor changes in search of an ideal moment — a moment of unity between body and mind, in which there is no distinction between sensation and thought. For decades he has been hounded by the sense of a split self, as if under observation by a nameless double, and he feels that the opportune moment, if it can be found, will relieve him, just briefly, of this spectral presence.

The Moment


Sometimes God, sometimes nothing.


What has long since been threatening man with death, and indeed with the death of his essence, is the unconditional character of sheer willing in the sense of purposeful self-assertion in everything.


Great poetry begins in elegy and ends in praise.


How to speak? How to tear apart the skin of words?

Czeslaw Milosz

Homecoming and being at home are not instantly acquired; they are possible only through estrangement or openness to the foreign.


The true function of reason is to show man that some things are beyond reason.


We must endure our thoughts all night, until the bright obvious stands motionless in cold.

– Wallace Stevens