October 2010
My dearest Lytton, There is a great deal to say, and I feel very incompetent to write it today. Lytton, you’re the only person who I ever had an all-absorbing passion for. I shall never have another. I couldn’t, now. I had one of the most self-abasing loves that a person can have. You never knew, or never will know, the very big and devastating love I had for you. How I adored every...
S.
tu sei cara al mio cuore
“Io sono l’astratto, io sono i miliardi; io sono, sì, l’incanto della foresta!”
– Fitzcarraldo (eclipsed)
“Solo dopo aver conosciuto la superficie delle cose ci si può spingere a cercare...”
– Italo Calvino, Palomar (_)
“You don’t know how wonderful dirt is.”
– James Joyce to Sigfried Giedion, 1940 (kk)
“there is something wrong with me
besides
melancholia.”
– charles bukowski, melancholia (libraryland)
PJ Harvey, A Girl Like Me (The Desert Sessions -...
“Something terrible came to the hills and valleys on that meteor, and something...”
– H. P. Lovecraft, The Colour Out of Space, 1927
Johannes Brahms, Clarinet Sonata No. 2 in E flat...
“All great and precious things are lonely.”
– John Steinbeck (exo)
Jad and David Fair, Frankenstein (26 Monster Songs...
“It generated white noise, this place, she guessed, on some confusingly vast...”
– Gibson, Spook Country (leadsalad)
Contemporary art hates you. — John Waters (obsoletedesolate)
