There is a line of Verlaine I will never remember
There is another street I can no longer walk down
There is a face in the mirror I have seen for the very last time
There is a door that is closed until the end of the world.
Among the books of my library (I am seeing them now)
There are some that will never be read.
This summer I will be fifty:
Death consumes me, constantly.
Image of Borges, Hôtel des Beaux Arts, Paris, by Pepe Fernández, 1969. Thanks, Jane.
Jorge Luis BORGES (Argentinian, 1899 - 1986) Self-portrait. ink on paper
8 3/4 x 6 inches (225 x 150 mm)
When he drew this, because Burt Britton asked him to, Borges was blind.
Weirdly, Cormac McCarthy also did a self-portrait for Britton. Other writers in the collection: Joan Didion, Edward Gorey, Roald Dahl, Margaret Atwood, Saul Bellow, Norman Mailer, Maurice Sendak, John Updike, and Tom Wolfe.
Stuff I Like
- “I’m not going to censor myself to comfort your ignorance.”— Jon Stewart (via mourningmelody)
- “Of course I’ll hurt you. Of course you’ll hurt me. Of course we will hurt each other. But this is the very condition of existence. To become spring,...”
- Dump Your Significant Jerk Day—the NYRB Way.
In honor of Dump Your Significant Jerk Day (today!), we offer you this picture of Kingsley...
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