December 2011
That’s an image of a man. A nice one, sure. I’m not jealous. That’s too complex an emotion for such simple competition. Could I not punch wholes through him?
“Good-by — if you hear of my being stood up against a Mexican stone wall and shot...”
– Ambrose Bierce’s last words, written in a letter to his niece in 1913 after he decided to leave America to observe the revolution in Mexico. He was never seen again. (via malevichsquare)
“She was like a forest, like the dark interlacing of the oakwood, humming...”
– D. H. Lawrence, Lady Chatterley’s Lover (via loveandpleasure)
“Humanity In general, the crowd, can offer nothing. It was treason to believe the...”
– Albert Camus, Notebook III (April 1939-February 1942), Camus Notebooks 1935-1942 (via gaws)
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You say you love the rain, yet you draw for your umbrella. I love Christmas, but I am glad there is no umbrella for that. I would use it if you gave me the chance and I would be lamentable same as you.
There is no snow this year. There is no sun this year. There are only clouds and no money to make it a special year. I am not even talking about consumerism as much as I’m talking about the...
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The main character in Welcome, Welcome Anteros! is called Peter Medawar.
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I was once told to do what it is I must do when I wake. I told them, if that’s the measure of what I must do then I should be a photographer or sculptor, but I can’t. Those things take too much time away from writing. They asked, “but you don’t feel an urge to write when you wake up?” No I don’t. It is what I must do or else I cannot sleep. They looked at me and...
I dropped it on “oblivion” and you can...
