Tuesday, February 25, 2014


"To fall in love. Does it occur suddenly or gradually? If gradually, when is the moment "already"? I would fall in love with a monkey made of rags. With a plywood squirrel. With a botanical atlas. With an oriole. With a ferret. With a marten in a picture. With the forest one sees to the right when riding in a cart to Jaszuny. With a poem by a little-known poet. With human beings whose names still move me. And always the object of love was enveloped in erotic fantasy or was submitted, as in Stendhal, to a "crystallization," so it is frightful to think of that object as it was, naked among the naked things, and of the fairy tales about it one invents. Yes, I was often in love with something or someone. Yet falling in love is not the same as being able to love. That is something different."
 - Czesław Miłosz


AnitaNH said...

I draw the line at plywood squirrels.

Hey Steve!

soubriquet said...

Plywood Squirrels!

I think I still have a t-shirt from their 1982 world tour.

Rag Monkeys? I have all their albums, on vinyl....

Botanical Atlas? Oh no. That was a horrible band, for tofu munchers. Save the Gay Whales.

bulletholes said...

You guys crack me up!