Inspiration with lead and pulp ( Read more... )

Just when I think I have a knocked-out list, another one arises and asserts its Self.

There is no end; there is only a Borgesian library.

While sitting in one of the last coffeehouses in River City that dates back to my first forays into the nightlife of chess games and theological texts, I came across this passage in Rene Crevel's "Mon corps et moi ( Read more... )

I receive the emails every month, reminders of a life I could have potentially lived ( Read more... )

"She wanted to enjoy. Her life had been a long strain, one long effort to surpass herself, to create, to perfect, a desperate and anxious flight upwards, always aiming higher, seeking greater difficulties, accumulating victories, loves, books, creations, always shedding yesterday's woman to pursue a new vision ( Read more... )

In all things tome-related . . . I began reading one of my recent acquisitions from Archipelago Books, Gerard de Nerval's "Les faux saulniers", roughly 2 days ago. It is something of a farcical adventure, a mad search for a book everyone seems to think exists but no one can find, about a man that seems to have existed in the public records but no ( Read more... )

Something snapped ( Read more... )

  When one lives in a town that has no name, which is situated at the edge of a bottomless chasm, and which has, for a sky, the blossoming branches of an upside-down tree, one must be ready for the unexpected to happen at any moment ( Read more... )

I never saw the train; I didn't even see the tracks, I was following an urge ( Read more... )

"Novels contain descriptions of the most amazing modes of behavior for countless situations. The main drawback, however, is that the situations you actually get yourself into never accord altogether with those for which the novels have prescribed what to do and what to say."

-Musil-