#literatureposting

[jouissanceangel]

On Avenue A, when Halloween rolled around, on that American yontef [holiday], whose meaning they didn't understand whatsoever, all six youngsters would go out on the street with socks stuffed full of ash, whacking everyone with whom they crossed paths over the head with them. Such a densely packed sock could give someone a serious headache, but it was an honored mineg [custom] on the Lower East Side, and you don't just go around messing with tradition." - Khaver Paver, "Clinton Street"

[jouissanceangel]

“Screened under ferns she laughed warmfolded. Wildly I lay on her, kissed her; eyes, her lips, her stretched neck […] She kissed me. I was kissed. All yielding she tossed my hair. Kissed, she kissed me.

Me. And me now.

Stuck, the flies buzzed.”

- James Joyce, Ulysses

[jouissanceangel]

“Sasha was unable to sense imperialism in his body, although he deliberately imagined himself naked.” - Andrey Platonov, Chevengur

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Andrey Platonov, Chevengur

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Vassily Grossman, Life and Fate

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Delmore Schwartz’ annotated copy of Finnegans Wake.

[jouissanceangel]

“The long rococo halls, giddy with plush and whorled designs in gold, were peopled with Roman fragments, white and disassociated; a runner’s leg, the chilly half-turned head of a matron stricken at the bosom, the blind bold sockets of the eyes given a pupil by every shifting shadow so that what they looked upon was an act of the sun.” - Djuna Barnes, Nightwood