Wednesday, May 06, 2009

Asking it to last...

"How enduring, how we need durability... The sky before sunrise is soaked with light... Rosy colour tints buildings, bridges, and the Seine.... I was here when she with whom I walk wasn't born yet, and the cities on a distant plain stood intact, before they rose in the air with the dust of sepulchral brick, and the people who lived there didn't know. Only this moment, at dawn, is real to me.... The bygone lives are like my own past life, uncertain. I cast a spell on the city, asking it to last...." In Twilight by Czeslaw Milosz



Listen to Shadow Journal by Max Richter...

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

I DONT LIKE THIS ONE BIT

Colin Greenland said...

Well, I like it. I especially like it because it tells me what Tilda Swinton is reading on "Shadow Journal". I've heard it dozens of times, but never quite distinctly.

Thank you, reflect upon...