Category Archives: FragLit

Fragments

Fragments speak to me of hope. They reach out to completion but never reach it.

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The world is various, abundant and incomplete. If it were ever to reach completion, that would be annihilation. The fragment represents life.

Lauren Albert

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You

I used to write to You, but the You has dissolved out of my life. Rinsed of starch, I’m limp, limp as a cuttle-fish, scuttling, color-shifting, many predators. Laying eggs and going off to die.

Catherine Ednie

For only when I err do I get away from what I know and what I understand. If ‘truth’ were what I can understand, it would end up being but a small truth, my-sized. Truth must reside precisely in what I shall never understand.

— Clarice Lispector

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It’s only when I say that everything is incomprehensible that I come as close as possible to understanding the only thing it is given to us to understand.

— Ionesco

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Love notes

I leave love notes all around the house. Dear You I write. Then I check them. Some begin Dear Me, and others begin Dear God.

Richard Jay Goldstein