“The myth of the first world is that
development is wealth and technology progress.
It is all rubbish.
It means that you are no longer human beings
but only labor.
It means that the land you live on is not earth
but only property.”
Karen Tei Yamashita, Tropic of Orange
Wim Wenders on the Wings of Desire set
“Every year, the bright Scandinavian summer nights fade away without anyone’s noticing. One evening in August you have an errand outdoors, and all of a sudden it’s pitch-black. It is still summer, but the summer is no longer alive.”
– Tove Jansson, The Summer Book, trans. Thomas Teal
“Reading is one form of escape. Running for your life is another.”
– Lemony Snicket
“The shadow escapes from the body like an animal we had been sheltering.”
– Gilles Deleuze, Francis Bacon: The Logic of Sensation
“It is not the slumber of reason that engenders monsters, but vigilant and insomniac rationality.”
– Gilles Deleuze, Anti-Oedipus: Capitalism and Schizophrenia
“I could not
Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither
Living nor dead, and I knew nothing,
Looking into the heart of light, the silence.”
– T.S. Eliot, “The Waste Land”
“Ah, Brig — Good Night
To Crew and You —
The Ocean’s Heart too smooth — too Blue —
To break for You —”
– Emily Dickinson
A South Wind — has a pathos
Of individual Voice —
As One detect on Landings
An Emigrant’s address.
A Hint of Ports and Peoples —”
And not much understood —
The fairer — for the farness —
And for the foreignhood.
– Emily Dickinson
“Maybe someday we’ll find refuge in true reality. In the meantime, can I just say how opposed I am to all of this?”
– Alejandra Pizarnik, trans. Yvette Siegert
“His soul melted into the landscape, strange to his eyes, of the Eastern world.”
Can Xue, The Last Lover, trans. Annelise Finegan Wasmoen
“Where there is desire, there is a wilderness.”
– Can Xue, The Last Lover, trans. Annelise Finegan Wasmoen
“… ability to quote Housman’s discreetly homoerotic verses are among the minor accomplishments of the shape-shifting, deranged narrator of Nabokov’s Pale Fire.”
– Peter Davidson, The Idea of North
“For they’ve been to the Lakes, and the Torrible Zone,
And the hills of the Chankly Bore!”
– Edward Lear, “The Jumblies”
These are the depictions of the most intense meteor storm in recorded history – the Leonid meteor storm of 1833. The Leonid meteor shower is annually active in the month of November, and it occurs when the Earth passes through the debris left by the comet Tempel-Tuttle. While the typical rates are about 10 to 15 meteors per hour, the storm of 1833 is speculated to have been over 100,000 meteors per hour, frightening people half to death.
Here’s how Agnes Clerke, an astronomer witnessing the event, described it: “On the night of November 12-13, 1833, a tempest of falling stars broke over the Earth… The sky was scored in every direction with shining tracks and illuminated with majestic fireballs. At Boston, the frequency of meteors was estimated to be about half that of flakes of snow in an average snowstorm.” (x)