“Death is always on the way, but the fact that you don't know when it will arrive seems to take away from the finiteness of life. It's that terrible precision that we hate so much. But because we don't know when we will die, we get to think of life as an inexhaustible well. Yet everything happens a certain number of times, and a very small number, really. How many more times will you remember a certain afternoon of your childhood, some afternoon that's so deeply a part of your being that you can't even conceive of your life without it? Perhaps four or five times more. Perhaps not even. How many more times will you watch the full moon rise? Perhaps twenty. And yet it all seems limitless.”
the sheltering sky.
new images coming soon.
Showing posts with label Paul Bowles. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Paul Bowles. Show all posts
Monday, January 23, 2017
a new skin for the old ceremony
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
do you Bowles?
uma festa nos departamentos de anglísticas (cheios de críticos manuseando vírgulas sangrentas) para celebrar Paul Bowles com passagem na Cinemateca e final feliz no Museu do Oriente, o programa aqui.
"You are not I", de Sara Driver. ("Driver made her directorial debut in 1981 with You Are Not I[2], a short subject film based on a Paul Bowles story and co-written by Jim Jarmusch., da Wiki).
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