not truth but stability, a kind of strange stability

Don’t accept commonplaces, not because they’re common, but because they’re foreign.  Find your own; study them but don’t reveal them, just so you know what seem your necessary half-truths: shabby curtains, imperfectly blotted-out mistakes with their place in your life being not truth but stability, a kind of strange stability–old trolleys in a sprawling city. Dare look at them squarely.

Go down, yes, down into you, toward that huge aisle of shelves of unglorified needs.  You have to. Afterwards you can, you must, come back up.

Henri Michaux from Tent Posts

translated by Lynn Hoggard

 

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