Please learn the pragmatics of expressing fear: sometimes words that seem to express really invoke. — David Foster Wallace. Infinite Jest. (Back Bay Books; 1st Paperback Ed edition February 1, 1997) Advertisements
“i am dead but i know the dead are not like this.” the dead can sleep they don’t get up and rage they don’t have a wife. her white face like a flower in a closed window lifts up and looks at me. the curtain smokes a cigarette and a moth dies in a freeway… Continue reading Charles Bukowski
…and Andy, gloomy and self-devouring, sat at his desk and chewed the cud of memory. ― May Sarton, The Poet and the Donkey: A Novel. (W. W. Norton & Company, September 17, 1996) Originally published 1969.
We can stick anything into the fog and make it look like a ghost but tonight let us not become tragedies. We are not funeral homes with propane tanks in our windows, lookin’ like cemeteries. Cemeteries are just the Earth’s way of not letting go. Let go. — Buddy Wakefield, from “We Are Emergencies,” Live… Continue reading Buddy Wakefield
Talk, talk, talk: the utter and heartbreaking stupidity of words. ― William Faulkner, Mosquitoes. (Liveright; Reprint edition, December 17, 1996) Originally published 1927.
It may be that when we no longer know what to do we have come to our real work, and that when we no longer know which way to go we have come to our real journey. The mind that is not baffled is not employed. The impeded stream is the one that sings. —… Continue reading Wendell Berry
There is no end. There is no beginning. There is only the infinite passion of life. — Federico Fellini, Fellini on Fellini. (Da Capo Press, March 22, 1996) Originally published January 1st 1976.