Posts tagged jorge luis borges.
"Not a single star will be left in the night. The night will not be left.I will die and, with me, the weight of the intolerable universe. I shall erase the pyramids, the medallions, the continents and faces. I shall erase the accumulated past. I shall make dust of history, dust of dust. Now I am looking on the final sunset. I am hearing the last bird. I bequeath nothingness to no one."
— Jorge Luis Borges (via fuckingantidote)
By this art you may contemplate the variations of the 23 letters…The Anatomy of Melancholy, part 2, sect. II, mem. IV
"In grave amazement he understood. In this night too, in this night of his mortal eyes into which he was now descending, love and danger were again waiting. Ares and Aphrodite, for already he divined (already it encircled him) a murmur of glory and hexameters, a murmur of men defending a temple the gods will not save, and of black vessels searching the sea for a beloved isle, the murmur of the Odysseys and Iliads it was his destiny to sing and leave echoing concavely in the memory of man. Theses things we know, but not those that he felt when he descended into the last shade of all."
— Jorge Luis Borges, “The Maker,” from Dreamtigers, translated by Mildred Boyer. (via touba)
