matt pearce.

matt pearce.

National reporter for the Los Angeles Times; essays, journalism and poetry previously for the L.A. Review of Books, The New Inquiry, The Missouri Review, Salon, and others.

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headlikeanorange:

Fledgling house sparrow

headlikeanorange:

Fledgling house sparrow

From the wound to the wound.
- Edmond Jabès, from The Book of Margins, trans. Rosmarie Waldrop (via proustitute)
I had seen nothing sacred, and the things that were glorious had no glory and the sacrifices were like the stockyards at Chicago if nothing was done with the meat except bury it. There were many words that you could not stand to hear and finally only the names of places had dignity.
- I think this is one of the sentences people think of when they say they still admire Hemingway. (From “A Farewell to Arms.”)
Every war is ironic because every war is worse than expected.
- Paul Fussell, “The Great War and Modern Memory,” via the New Yorker
Complete and unabridged.

Complete and unabridged.

euo:

Jenny Holzer

euo:

Jenny Holzer

Downtown LA, swallowed in fog.

Downtown LA, swallowed in fog.

—O remember
In your narrowing dark hours
That more things move
Than blood in the heart.
- Louise Bogan