April 2010
17. Leopards break into the temple and drink the sacrificial chalices dry; this occurs repeatedly, again and again: finally it can be reckoned upon beforehand and becomes a part of the ceremony.
- Franz Kafka, Reflections on Sin, Pain, Hope and the True Way (s-o)
passengers (brian eno & u2), your blue room...
I consider it useless and tedious to represent what exists, because nothing that exists satisfies me. Nature is ugly, and I prefer the monsters of my fancy to what is positively trivial. - Charles Baudelaire
It’s not a book about a murder. It’s about a guy who fantasizes about killing people. It’s a totally different thing. This character has absolutely no clue about how to kill people. He’s never done it. He just spends his life dreaming about it. Presumably, it has no relationship to what it’s like to kill a boy. He’s not John Wayne Gacy; he’s just a...
I love your silences, they are like mine. You are the only being before whom I am not distressed by my own silences. - Anaïs Nin (leda)
The first three quarters of the cassette had been erased; you punch yourself fast-forward through a static haze of wiped tape, where taste and scent blur into a single channel. The audio input is white sound — the no-sound of the first dark sea.. — William Gibson, Fragments of a Hologram Rose (f)
Thom Yorke, Skip Divided (Modeselektor remix) (The...
“I’ve wanted to die for a long time. I really, truly wanted to. You probably...”
– banana yoshimoto, N.P. (kimbles, babypanda)
“Anybody who has survived his childhood has enough information about life to last...”
– Flannery O’Connor (dd)
“Nature teaches beasts to know their friends.”
– Shakespeare, Coriolanus (Act II, Scene I) (x)
“I am lost, abandoned in the present.”
– Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea
There was a moment during this time, when his face was on hers, cheek on cheek, brow on brow, heavy skull on skull, through soft skin and softer flesh. He thought: skulls separate people. In this one sense, I could say, they would say, I lose myself in her. But in that bone box, she thinks and thinks, as I think in mine, things the other won’t hear, can’t hear, though we go on like this for sixty...
“i am apprehensive. it is like when
i played the piano. first i learned to
read...”
– Francesca Woodman Poem about 14 hands high (ft)
“Per trovare l’anima è necessario perderla.”
– Aleksandr R. Lurija
tangerine dream, sequent C (phaedra, 1974) (1995...
Modernism brings out the dark drives that slumber in us. It reserves no place for the unexplainable or the mysterious - and for precisely that reason causes a return to barbarism. We need mystery. Seeing everything makes you sad. - J.G. Ballard (kaliyuga)
Villages of weariness Where the arms of girls are bare As jets of water Where their youth increasing in them Laughs and laughs and laughs on tiptoe. Villages of weariness Where everybody is the same
- Paul Eluard (translated by Samuel Beckett) (amare-habeo)
Not many people allow themselves the full extent of their complexity.
— David Toop on Arthur Russell (*)
“A great silence overcomes me,
and I wonder why I ever thought
to use language.”
– Rumi (septembrist)
“Old Uzbek had words for wanting to cry and not being able to, for being caused...”
– STANFORD Magazine: January/February 2010 > Elif Batuman (excerpt from The Possessed: Adventures With Russian Books and the People Who Love Them - Farrar, Straus and Giroux) (via booklover and rememo)
