February 2012
16 posts
“A blue light
radiates from my clothing.
Midwinter.
Clattering tambourines of...”
– Tomas Tranströmer, ‘Midwinter’ in The Sorrow Gondola, trans. McGriff and Gass
HM
(via asymptotejournal)
“Whatever we say
we know there is another
language under this one”
– W. S. Merwin, from ‘To the Tongue’ in Present Company
HM
(via asymptotejournal)
maribethkeane:
Ron Jude from Lago
Finding the shape in the woods: Robert Adams... →
A beautiful interview of Robert Adams by Peter Brown.
