Sunday, May 27, 2012
Sunday, May 13, 2012
His own image to a man with that queer thing genius is the standard of all experience, material and moral. Such an appeal will touch him. The images of other males of his blood will repel him. He will see in them grotesque attempts of nature to foretell or to repeat himself.
James Joyce, Ulysses
James Joyce, Ulysses
Tuesday, May 08, 2012
Friday, April 13, 2012
Time has
branded them and fettered they are lodged in the room of the infinite
possibilities they have ousted. But can those have been possible seeing
that they never were? Or was that only possible which came to pass?
James Joyce, Ulysses
James Joyce, Ulysses
Wednesday, April 04, 2012
Quiero hacer contigo
Lo que la primavera
Hace con los cerezos
Pablo Neruda, Poem 14 of the Twenty Poems of Love
Lo que la primavera
Hace con los cerezos
Pablo Neruda, Poem 14 of the Twenty Poems of Love
Tuesday, March 27, 2012
He did not think he was fleeing from anything behind him, nor, most importantly, towards anything in front of him; in other words he fully accepted the paradox implied in the conclusion that his movements had direction but no aim.
László Krasznahorkai, The Melancholy of Resistance
Thursday, March 22, 2012
He had to ignore the itch, the desire to intervene, for the purpose and significance of action were being corroded away by its thoroughgoing lack of significance.
László Krasznahorkai, The Melancholy of Resistance
Wednesday, March 21, 2012
I want to be an idiot and tell the king good and proper that his country is rubbish.
László Krasznahorkai, The Melancholy of Resistance
Wednesday, March 14, 2012
For decades he had acted in the belief that his intellect and sensibility led him to reject a world whose products were unbearable to either intellect or sensibility, but were always available for criticism by the same.... such mad grandiosely dignified declarations could hardly be regarded as anything but eccentric. However, this did not stop him making them.
László Krasznahorkai, The Melancholy of Resistance
Labels:
criticism,
delusion,
eccentricity,
intellect,
reason
Friday, March 09, 2012
I still cannot understand why it should be the cause of such universal celebration ... that we have climbed out of the trees.
László Krasznahorkai, The Melancholy of Resistance
Thursday, March 08, 2012
Our every moment is passed in a procession across dawns and day's-ends of the orbiting earth, across successive waves of winter and summer, threading the planets and the stars.
László Krasznahorkai, The Melancholy of Resistance
Monday, March 05, 2012
He took it for granted that his great concern for the universe was unlikely to be reciprocated by the universe for him. ... His relationship to his fellow human beings was governed by the same unconscious assumption; being unable to detect mutability where there plainly wasn't any, he made like the raindrop relinquishing hold of the cloud which contained it.
László Krasznahorkai, The Melancholy of Resistance
Labels:
humanity,
Krasznahorkai,
life,
melancholy,
resistance
Wednesday, February 29, 2012
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Tuesday, February 07, 2012
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