Documents relating to Cavafy’s life are scarce. He seldom kept a journal, and very few of his own letters have survived. His life was rather uneventful, and his remarks on his poems are generally unhelpful, while the observations recorded in his sporadic journal entries are seldom of great interest. His poem ‘Hidden’, which he wrote in 1908 but never published, is particularly discouraging for the biographer:
From what I did and what I said
let them not seek to find who I was.
—Peter Mackridge, introduction to Robert Liddell’s Cavafy: A Critical Biography (Duckbacks, 1974).
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3.24.2022
11.26.2019
our logos and the cosmos
In Heraclitus’ fragments, the structure of language, the structure of thought, and the structure of the cosmos itself are all underpinned by a hidden logos. First, there is spoken logos, which humans possess, then there is the logos of the cosmos, which is silent. The correct articulation of the former leads to the revelation of the latter.
—Andrew Hui, A Theory of the Aphorism: From Confucius to Twitter (Princeton U. Press, 2019)
—Andrew Hui, A Theory of the Aphorism: From Confucius to Twitter (Princeton U. Press, 2019)
Labels:
articulation,
cosmos,
heraclitus,
hidden,
language,
logos,
revelation,
silent,
world
10.26.2019
11.16.2013
hiding in plain sight
Poetry in prose camouflage.
Labels:
camouflage,
hidden,
poetry v. prose,
prose,
prose poetry
2.11.2013
6.05.2009
4.06.2009
strange terms
Chiefly because our pauper-speech must find
Strange terms to fit the strangeness of the thing;
Yet worth of thine and the expected joy
Of thy sweet friendship do persuade me on
To bear all toil and wake the clear nights through,
Seeking with what of words and what of song
I may at last most gloriously uncloud
For thee the light beyond, wherewith to view
The core of being at the centre hid.
—Titus Lucretius Carus, “Of The Nature Of Things”
(translation by Wm. Ellery Leonard)
Strange terms to fit the strangeness of the thing;
Yet worth of thine and the expected joy
Of thy sweet friendship do persuade me on
To bear all toil and wake the clear nights through,
Seeking with what of words and what of song
I may at last most gloriously uncloud
For thee the light beyond, wherewith to view
The core of being at the centre hid.
—Titus Lucretius Carus, “Of The Nature Of Things”
(translation by Wm. Ellery Leonard)
8.15.2008
secret life
He had made poetry his secret life. But he realized after a time that no one was searching for what he’d hidden.
Labels:
audience,
hidden,
poet's life
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