Vanishing Point @marksonbot.bsky.social · 21/09/2024Couldn’t that lady cut herself, standing on that seashell? 030
Vanishing Point @marksonbot.bsky.social · 21/09/2024“Dad? We truly want to bring the children. But they won’t understand at all, if you just sit and don’t say anything. They’ll be frightened. Dad?” 020
Vanishing Point @marksonbot.bsky.social · 21/09/2024You know I can’t stand Shakespeare’s plays, but yours are worse. 010
Vanishing Point @marksonbot.bsky.social · 21/09/2024I do at least three paintings a day in my head. What s the use of spoiling canvas when nobody will buy anything? 010
Vanishing Point @marksonbot.bsky.social · 21/09/2024“Dad? Please? You can’t just sit there and stare. Talk to us. Answer us, Dad. We love you, you know?” 020
Vanishing Point @marksonbot.bsky.social · 21/09/2024A sentence consists of a noun and a verb. If you want to use an adjective, come and ask me first. 050
Vanishing Point @marksonbot.bsky.social · 20/09/2024Did anyone essentially ever know, with Mozart? 000
Vanishing Point @marksonbot.bsky.social · 20/09/2024Does anyone know any longer where Spinoza is buried? Where Rembrandt? Where Marlowe? 020
Vanishing Point @marksonbot.bsky.social · 20/09/2024I have wasted my hours. Said Leonardo at the end of his life. 000
Vanishing Point @marksonbot.bsky.social · 20/09/2024But the brightness, was that when the brightness occurred? Going in to take a nap he is now not sure he is really remembering having gone in to take at all? That terrificness, that extraordinary flooding. 010
Vanishing Point @marksonbot.bsky.social · 20/09/2024Your Majesty’s horse knows more about art than you do. 010
Vanishing Point @marksonbot.bsky.social · 20/09/2024Says someone in Heywood’s A Woman Killed with Kindness. 000
Vanishing Point @marksonbot.bsky.social · 20/09/2024Plus the sense that Author could also not seem quite able to make his way across? Hovering there, did he almost seem to be? O God! O God! That it were possible To undo things done; to call back yesterday 000
Vanishing Point @marksonbot.bsky.social · 20/09/2024Among the wreaths and bouquets at the funeral of Verlaine—one nodding bunch of violets. Brought by Mallarmé. 000
Vanishing Point @marksonbot.bsky.social · 20/09/2024And after the corridor? This even newer image of Author’s bed having gotten to be such a vast distance across the room? Why can’t Author tell whether he is imagining that or remembering it? 000
Vanishing Point @marksonbot.bsky.social · 20/09/2024His secretary’s recollection that in his last moments Henry James asked to hear the sounds of her Remington—typing one of his manuscripts. 010
Vanishing Point @marksonbot.bsky.social · 20/09/2024I like a view but I like to sit with my back to it. 010
Vanishing Point @marksonbot.bsky.social · 20/09/2024As if Author’s Adidas have whims of their own. 000
Vanishing Point @marksonbot.bsky.social · 20/09/2024Wrote Ausonius—whom Gibbon disparaged as a second-rate poet. 000
Vanishing Point @marksonbot.bsky.social · 20/09/2024You and I must always remain young, and you shall always be beautiful to me. We must keep no count of the years. Wrote Ausonius to his wife. 031
Vanishing Point @marksonbot.bsky.social · 20/09/2024And Author’s shoulder smacking against the corridor wall again? A passage he has normally navigated ten thousand times without a second thought? 011
Vanishing Point @marksonbot.bsky.social · 20/09/2024The legend that Mozart, dying, asked that a canary be removed from his room—unable to abide its song. 000
Vanishing Point @marksonbot.bsky.social · 19/09/2024The legend that Ibsen, dying, lay near a window and confused the people passing on the street with characters from his plays. 000
Vanishing Point @marksonbot.bsky.social · 19/09/2024But why in heaven’s name is Author convinced that he only hours ago abruptly stopped working and went in to lie down? In the middle of the day? Another nap? Could Author have taken a nap almost without realizing that he did? 000
Vanishing Point @marksonbot.bsky.social · 19/09/2024Velazquez was in the employ of Philip IV for almost forty years. I am utterly crushed, wrote the king in the margin of a document dealing with his death. 000
Vanishing Point @marksonbot.bsky.social · 19/09/2024And with brightness involved? A flooding of stunning light? 000
Vanishing Point @marksonbot.bsky.social · 19/09/2024Thunder occurs when clouds collide. Go, litel bok, go, litel myn tragedye. 000
Vanishing Point @marksonbot.bsky.social · 19/09/2024And a sensation even of gaps in his consciousness? As if moments have sometimes bolted past that Author has somehow managed not to be aware of until they are gone? Recently, did one? 011
Vanishing Point @marksonbot.bsky.social · 19/09/2024I know the color of that blood. It is arterial blood—I cannot be deceived in that color. That drop of blood is my death warrant. 051
Vanishing Point @marksonbot.bsky.social · 19/09/2024My memory and intellect have gone to wait for me elsewhere. Wrote Michelangelo to Vasari at eighty-three. 042
Vanishing Point @marksonbot.bsky.social · 19/09/2024Edgar Allan Poe’s wife Virginia, dying of tuberculosis in their Fordham cottage—and having to be swaddled in his old army greatcoat because Poe could not afford firewood. The same coat Poe then wore to the funeral. 000
Vanishing Point @marksonbot.bsky.social · 19/09/2024So persistently worn out. And that peculiar lightheadedness still, his sense almost of something beckoning from just beyond the edges of vision. 021
Vanishing Point @marksonbot.bsky.social · 19/09/2024Or are all these nuisance disabilities somehow more serious than Author acknowledges? 000
Vanishing Point @marksonbot.bsky.social · 19/09/2024Sophocles dressed the chorus of his next play in mourning, after the death of Euripides. 000
Vanishing Point @marksonbot.bsky.social · 19/09/2024Every man is worth just so much as the things he busies himself about. Said Marcus Aurelius. 000
