Monday, March 31, 2008

The last words on Earth

Life demanded a new language.

You, especially you, who might have found the words for it all.

I wanted to describe the world, because to live in an undescribed world was too lonely.

When I got up again, I'd shed the only part of me that had ever thought I'd find words for even the smallest bit of life.

The pancreas I reserve for being struck by all that's been lost.

Sometimes I imagine my own autopsy. Disappointment in myself: right kidney. Disappointment of others in me: left kidney. Personal failures: kishkes.

The pain of forgetting: spine. The pain of remembering: spine.

Loneliness: there is no organ that can take it all.

Once upon a time there was a boy who loved a girl, and her laughter was a question he wanted to spend his whole life answering.

When will you learn that there isn't a word for everything?

So this is how death takes you. Naked in an abandoned warehouse.

I never was a man of great ambition. I cried too easily. I didn't have a head for science. Words often failed me. While others prayed I only moved my lips.

... one thing about angels is that they can't swim.



("For those who taught me the opposite of disappearing" is my label for quotes from Nicole Krauss' "The History of Love")

1 comment:

Cassy said...

This book is AMAZING!

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