4 Quotes by Dimitris Lyacos

We are forever severed from the Real by our entrance into language. We insulate ourselves within language and the Real only gets to us, surprises us, through the gaps, it oozes through the seams.

Even if it is all otherwise and I don’t rightly remember, even if all things around me are fake. I am here, I am not there: two worlds alien to each other. And then, thespace, distance, the road, even if I didn’t travel myself. The road exists.

And when you can no longer remember, just meaningless things here and there and you can’t. But still try even then, as the twilight sets in, stand and look at the past, walk again along the corridors where your eyes used to wander, attentive ghosts, open the boxes, think of the other side of the wall. Sit at the side of the road and see yourself pass. See the web, see how the passages of the maze all lead again to the same point which does not exactly coincide with the exit.

This is continuity, you travel, perhaps in your mind, a paper world real, God reeling up and down landscapes and buildings, knocks down, opens new roads, doesn’t like it, changes again, but there isn’t a seam, His world is onefold, and you perceive neither seam nor contradiction, continuity only.