Monday, February 06, 2017

Agathie Christie, The Murder of Roger Ackroyd

‘Roger was so fond of handling queer curios. His hand must have slipped, or something.'

Anne Carson, Nox

'Prowling the meanings of a word, prowling the history of a person, no use expecting a flood of light. Human words have no main switch. But all those little kidnaps in the dark. And then the luminous, big, shivering discandied, unrepentant, barking web of them that hangs in your mind when you turn back to the page you were trying to translate.’

Anne Carson, The Beauty of the Husband


'I broke the glass and jumped.
Now of course you know 

that isn't true story, what broke wasn't glass, what fell to earth wasn't body.
But still'

Anne Carson, Autobiography of Red


'Don't want to be free want to be with you. Beaten but alert Geryon organized all 
his inside force to suppress this remark.'

Donika Kelly, Bestiary

‘O, to do away with the meat and light of me.’

Vahni Capildeo, Measures of Expatriation

‘Language is my home. It is alive other than in speech. It is beyond a thing to be carried with me. It is ineluctable, variegated and muscular. A flicker and drag emanates from the idea of it. Language seems capable of girding the oceanic earth, like the world-serpent of Norse legend. It is as if language places a shaping pressure upon our territories of habitation and voyage; thrashing, independent, threatening to rive our known world apart.’ 

Thursday, January 26, 2017

Anne Carson, Glass, Irony & God


 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Everything I know about love and its necessities
I learned in that one moment 
when I found myself

thrusting my little burning red backside like a baboon
at a man who no longer cherished me.
There was no area of my mind

not appalled by this action, no part of my body
that could have done otherwise.
But to talk of mind and body begs the question.

Soul is the place, 
stretched like a surface of millstone grit between body and mind, 
where such necessity grinds itself out.

Sunday, January 22, 2017

William Shakespeare, Othello

'What wound did ever heal but by degrees?'

Sunday, January 15, 2017

Jarett Kobek, i hate the internet

'Nothing says individuality like 500 million consumer electronics built by slaves.'

Monday, January 02, 2017

John Berger, Ways of Seeing

'Capitalism survives by forcing the majority, whom it exploits, to define their own interests as narrowly as possible. This was once achieved by extensive deprivation. Today in the developed countries it is being achieved by imposing a false standard of what is and is not desirable.’

Elena Ferrante, My Brilliant Friend

‘Perhaps the idea of money as a cement to solidify our existence and prevent it from dissolving, together with the people who were dear to us, endured.’

Sunday, January 01, 2017

George V. Higgins, The Friends of Eddie Coyle


‘I was thinking about joining a commune,’ the black man said. ‘I heard about this place up near Lowell, everybody welcome, you take off your clothes and screw all day and drink boysenberry wine all night. Trouble is, I hear all they get to eat is turnips.’

Lydia Davis, The End of the Story

‘But on my worst days I just sit here in my dressing gown, my own warm smell rising from the opening of my collar. I listen to the cars go by in an endless stream on the road below my window and think something is happening just because time is passing. I won’t get dressed until I have sat here half the day. I won’t always shower first, only at a point when I feel I have thoroughly ripened.’

Virginia Woolf, The Waves

‘When I wake early - and the birds wake me - I lie and watch the brass handles on the cupboard grow clear; then the basin; then the towel-horse. As each thing in the bedroom grows clear, my heart beats quicker. I feel my body harden, and become pink, yellow, brown.’

Siri Hustvedt, Mysteries of the Rectangle

'I don't think that to mention that to mention love in Chardin’s work is either mystical or unscientific. Touch lies at the heart of all human life. It is our first experience of another person, and the physicality of Chardin’s stroke is evocative of both caresses and touches of reassurances. I am certain that these strokes made by a paintbrush lie at the bottom of Proust’s comment that in Chardin one feels the affection a tablecloth has for a table.’ 

Wednesday, October 12, 2016

Henry James, The Portrait of a Lady

‘It was almost as unnecessary to cultivate doubt of one’s self as to cultivate doubt of one’s best friend: one should try to be one’s own best friend and to give one’s self, in this manner, distinguished company.'

Adam Phillips, Houdini's Box

‘The convinced are in flight from the experimental nature of wanting, from the fact that you can only find out what you want by trying to get it, and in the process you may find something else that you didn’t know you wanted. The unsure are in flight from action on inclination, from following the compass of their excitement.'