For Reasons Opaque To Me

A blog about life, its unpredictability and everything else. The internet knows me as George Watson.

[luthienne]

What could be done? We thought we had such problems. How were we to know we were happy?

Margaret Atwood, The Handmaid’s Tale (via luthienne)

[forreasonsopaquetome]

This present moment that lives on to become long ago

Gary Snyder

[thequotejournals]

It’s hell of a responsibility to be yourself. It’s much easier to be somebody else or nobody at all.

Sylvia Plath (via thequotejournals)

[asloversdrown]

The world is a violent and mercurial — it will have its way with you. We are saved only by love — love for each other and the love that we pour into the art we feel compelled to share: being a parent; being a writer; being a painter; being a friend. We live in a perpetually burning building, and what we must save from it, all the time, is love.

tennessee W I L L I A M S (via asloversdrown)

[forreasonsopaquetome]

To be frank, I had found out nothing about her, and maybe none of us ever does find out anything about anybody else, nobody ever really ever does see anybody else, there is no clue or no revealing detail or any sense to any of it, really ... Which is to say, I had found out nothing, absolutely nothing, about her at all.

Peter LaSalle, What I Found Out About Her

[forreasonsopaquetome]

"I'm seeing you right now." That was the exact line, maybe the only exact line I could quote from her for the entire night even if I do remember so much, and it sticks with me. "I'm seeing you right now," which she said as she looked at me that way, as she did see me right then.

Peter LaSalle, What I Found Out About Her

[forreasonsopaquetome]

Your tongue, it cut love in two.

Patience Agbabi, The Crow (from Telling Tales)

[forreasonsopaquetome]

I never forget anything. That's my trouble, they say.

Roberto Bolaño, The Savage Detectives

[forreasonsopaquetome]

Dust and literature have always gone hand in hand.

Roberto Bolaño, The Savage Detectives

[forreasonsopaquetome]

I would've kissed them both, I don't know why I didn't, I would've gone to bed with them both, fucked them until we passed out, then watched them sleep and afterward kept fucking. I thought: if we find a hotel, if we're in a dark room, if we have all the time in the world, if I undress them and they undress me, everything will be all right, my father's madness, the lost car, the sadness and energy I felt and that at moments seemed about to choke me. But I didn't say a word.

Roberto Bolaño, The Savage Detectives

[forreasonsopaquetome]

Thorsten Schnorrbusch, On the run, 2013

B/W photography

31 x 45 cm

Courtesy of Bonner Kunstverein

[forreasonsopaquetome]

Monika Bieber, Spree, 2010

Carved maple wood, varnish

15 x 27 x 2,7 cm

Courtesy of Bonner Kunstverein

[wordsnquotes]

Literature isn’t innocent. I’ve known that since I was fifteen.

Roberto Bolaño, The Savage Detectives  (via lesgardenias)

[lifeinpoetry]

You can woo a girl with a poem, but you can’t hold on to her with a poem. Not even with a poetry movement.

Roberto Bolaño, “The Savage Detectives” (via lifeinpoetry)

[celaenoo]

“Nothing happened today. And if anything did, I’d rather not talk about it, because I didn’t understand it.”

 -Roberto Bolaño

[leanezes]

Poetry and prison have always been neighbors.

Roberto Bolaño, The Savage Detectives

(via leanezes)

[forreasonsopaquetome]

In some lost fold of the past, we wanted to be lions and we're no more than castrated cats.

Roberto Bolaño, The Savage Detectives