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@dailetong
‘...the use of language like a lover...not the language of love, but the love of language, not matter, but meaning, not what the tongue touches, but what it forms, not lips and nipples, but nouns and verbs.’
‘I am inharmonious and deformed - but so I will remain till the grave, without any betrayal of myself.’
Andrey Platonov, letter to his wife, 1936
On Writing Poetry
It's wonderful, there's nothing else like it, you write in a trance. And the trance is completely addictive, you love it, you want more of it. Once you've written the poem and had the trance, polished it and so on, you can go back to the poem and have a trace of that trance, have the shadow of it, but you can't have it fully again. It seemed to be a knack I discovered as I went along. It's an integration of the body-mind and the dreaming-mind and the daylight-conscious-mind. All three are firing at once, they're all in concert. You can be sitting there but inwardly dancing, and the breath and the weight and everything else are involved, you're fully alive. It takes a while to get into it. You have to have some key, like say a phrase or a few phrases or a subject matter or maybe even a tune to get you started going towards it, and it starts to accumulate. Sometimes it starts without your knowing that you're getting there, and it builds in your mind like a pressure. I once described it as being like a painless headache, and you know there's a poem in there, but you have to wait until the words form.
- Les Murray (1938-2019), BBC radio interview 1998
Emile Zola, Germinal, 1885
I am deeply convinced that literature has no borders. There is one literature, and it uses different languages as its tools. That’s why translators are so important. They are like fragile links between languages, reminding us that literature is one. Sometimes when I read a book from China I can recognise something that is very personal and moving to me. That’s a miracle for me. There is something in our common unconsciousness that creates literature. I am a Polish writer by language and culture, but I treat myself as a universal writer.
https://pentransmissions.com/2018/05/17/olga-tokarczuk/
The Red-Haired Man There was once a red-haired man who had neither eyes nor ears. Nor did he have hair so he was called “red-haired” only theoretically. He couldn’t speak since he didn’t have a mouth. Neither did he have a nose. He didn’t even have any arms or legs. He had no stomach and he had no back and he had no spine and he had no insides whatsoever. He had nothing at all! Therefore, there’s no knowing whom we are even talking about. In fact, let’s not talk about him anymore.
精疲力尽 10月14日 齐小萌 ❤️戴乐彤
I think we ought to read only the kind of books that wound or stab us. If the book we’re reading doesn’t wake us up with a blow to the head, what are we reading for? So that it will make us happy, as you write? Good Lord, we would be happy precisely if we had no books, and the kind of books that make us happy are the kind we could write ourselves if we had to. But we need books that affect us like a disaster, that grieve us deeply, like the death of someone we loved more than ourselves, like being banished into forests far from everyone, like a suicide. A book must be the axe for the frozen sea within us. That is my belief.
Franz Kafka (via bsd-bibliophile)
Gerardo Dottori (Italian, 1884-1977)
Fire-City (Incendio-città), 1926
Oil on canvas
Robert Forster, 'People Say', Jazz House, Copenhagen, 23.09.17. There is a Go Betweens compilation album where Robert writes in the liner notes that the band were trying for that 'wild mercury sound' when they recorded this. I think the phrase was Dylan's. Great song, great performance. That's me calling out the name of the song at the beginning of the tape. 🤹♂️
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wcnr0SLwX7M&feature=share
Let others brag about the pages they have written; I am proud of those I have read
Jorge Luis Borges
“Often I find the less plot a writer needs, and the more restrained his setting, the more significant his talent. I am immediately wary of writers who excel at plot and claim practically the whole world for their characters. Everyday things are beautiful and rich enough that we can coax poetic sparks from them.” –Robert Walser, quoted in Carl Seelig, Walks With Walser
Image: Photo of Walser by Carl Seelig
Paul Jacoulet (1902-1960), ‘Vendeur des masques’ or ‘The Mask Seller’
Fate blends the cards, but man plays the game' - Victor Hugo
Elsa Morante, L'Isola di Arturo