brakechecklingo

[brakechecklingo]

“Later he saw Jesus move from tree to tree in the back of his mind, a wild ragged figure motioning him to turn around and come off into the dark where he might be walking on the water and not know it and then suddenly know it and drown.” - Flannery O'Connor

#wiseblood

[brakechecklingo]

Maybe that’s not even true what you sometimes hear screaming in your heart: that this life is, inside your being, a nothing and that what you called the light is a blunder, the supreme blunder of your sick eyes— and that what you pretended to be the goal is a dream, the shameful dream of your own weakness. Maybe life is really what you find it in younger days: an eternal breath searching from sky to sky who knows what height. But we are like the grass in the meadows that feels the wind pass over it, and sings everything in the wind and lives in the wind forever, yet can’t grow enough to stop that soaring flight or leap up from the earth to drown in it. Milan, 31 December 1931

#antonia pozzi