December 2009
To begin at the beginning:
It is spring, moonless night in the small town,...
– Dylan Thomas (a wordsmith hero of mine)
Under Milk Wood
(via thehermitage)
Lament
Everything is far and long gone by. I think that the star glittering above me has been dead for a million years. I think there were tears in the car I heard pass and something terrible was said. A clock has stopped striking in the house across the road… When did it start?… I would like to step out of my heart and go walking beneath the enormous sky. I would like to pray. And...
Notes on A Lover's Discourse →
Roland Barthes compiles a (non-exhaustive) list of “fragments” pertaining to the discourse of lovers.
'We Like Lists Because We Don't Want to Die'
Umberto Eco: The list is the origin of culture. It’s part of the history of art and literature. What does culture want? To make infinity comprehensible. It also wants to create order — not always, but often. And how, as a human being, does one face infinity? How does one attempt to grasp the incomprehensible?
from here.
Life is like a Japanese game show: you never know what’s going on.
– Tracy Jordan, 30 Rock (via)
When I was growing up, you never asked another... →
and you never turned a beggar from the door. These are lyrical and dangerous clichés, of course (though incidentally true): Ireland was by no means a classless society. Even so, I do see differences from other countries in the play of rage, entitlement and delight around money: who has it, who deserves it, who gets cross.
Anne Enright, Sinking by Inches
Almost all of our sorrows spring out of our relations with other people.
– Arthur Schopenhauer
Poetry in motion is really outdoing itself.
It’s a tie between “Protect me from what I want”... →
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