August 28, 2013
a kind of language
And I'm working at trying to find a kind of language where I won't be so easily modulated by expectation.
Kathy Acker
City of Glass
August 18, 2013
That alone should make us love each other
“We’re all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make us love each other but it doesn’t. We are terrorized and flattened by trivialities, we are eaten up by nothing. ”
Charles Bukowski
I would gladly go with you to the end of the world
I have loved you from the very beginning.
You are priceless above all pearls to me.
All night long I dream of you.
I would gladly go with you to the end of the world.
Each parting is a grief unspeakable.
Another kiss before you go. Let loose your beautiful hair.
JAPANESE IN THREE WEEKS , Fabrizia*Milia
August 17, 2013
July 31, 2013
[console me in my darkest hour]
He was in a troubled and obscured state of mind which was incomprehensible, from the sky to that yellow tram rumbling along the clear track of the Hohenzollerdamn (along which Yasha had once gone to his death), but gradually his annoyance with himself passed and with a kind of relief–as if the responsibility for his soul belonged not to him but to someone who knew what it all meant–he felt that all this skein of random thoughts, like everything else as well– the seams and sleaziness of the spring day, the ruffle of the air, the coarse, variously intercrossing threads of confused sounds–was but the reverse side of a magnificent fabric, on the front of which there gradually formed and became alive images invisible to him.
Vladimir Nabokov, The Gift
+ The Killers live from the Royal Albert Hall - Losing Touch
July 30, 2013
w r i t e
“Your handwriting. the way you walk. which china pattern you choose. it’s all giving you away. everything you do shows your hand. everything is a self portrait. everything is a diary.”
Chuck Palahniuk
I have not left you when I go away
“Look at me across the sea, for I go radiant, look at me across the night through which I sail, and sea and night are those eyes of yours. I have not left you when I go away.”
Pablo Neruda, The Captain’s Verses
nubare
"I think Prince should be president..."
"I think Prince should be president of the United States....It has been said that Prince presents nothing: he's dead, an image. But who do you think you are? Are you real? Such reality is false. You can only be who you’re taught and shown to be. Those who have and are showing you, most of the controllers, are shits. Despite that, how can you hate you or the image? How can you be who you're not and how can you not be? Prince accepts his falsity. We must be conscious in order to fight outside control. Make Prince, who may be conscious, the next president of the United States."
Kathy Acker
July 21, 2013
...from not loving
To love is to suffer. To avoid suffering, one must not love. But, then one suffers from not loving. Therefore, to love is to suffer, not to love is to suffer, to suffer is to suffer. To be happy is to love, to be happy, then, is to suffer, but suffering makes one unhappy, therefore, to be unhappy one must love, or love to suffer, or suffer from too much happiness...I hope you're getting this down.”
— Woody Allen
July 06, 2013
July 04, 2013
crean adicción
“Lo bueno de los años es que curan heridas, lo malo de los besos es que crean adicción.”The good thing about years is that they cure wounds, the bad thing about kisses is that they create addiction
— Joaquín Sabina
"...but I never forget"
Mad Men: "Smoke Gets in Your Eyes"
July 03, 2013
July 02, 2013
Vladimir Nabokov died on this day in 1977
“A good reader, a major reader, an active and creative reader is a rereader.”+ “The Art of Translation” BY VLADIMIR NABOKOV: “Mr. Nabokov is in the habit of introducing any job of this kind which he undertakes by an announcement that he is unique and incomparable,” Wilson wrote in a 1965 review of Nabokov’s translation of Eugene Onegin, “and that everybody else who has attempted it is an oaf and an ignoramus.”
Vladimir Nabokov, Lectures on Literature
“Véra has blue eyes and a birdlike profile. Her hair is completely white. They are soon to celebrate a wedding anniversary, “our golden,” Nabokov says. They met in Berlin and married there in 1925, but they might as easily have met in Leningrad. “We went to the same dancing class, didn’t we?” he asks. It has not been an unhappy marriage then? “That is the understatement of the century,” Nabokov smiles.”+ An Old Magician Named Nabokov Writes and Lives in Splendid Exile by James Salter
June 28, 2013
Love came Hard
Love is a form of prejudice. You love what you need, you love what makes you feel good, you love what is convenient. How can you say you love one person when there are ten thousand people in the world that you would love more if you ever met them? But you’ll never meet them. All right, so we do the best we can. Granted. But we must still realize that love is just the result of a chance encounter. Most people make too much of it. On these grounds a good fuck is not to be entirely scorned. But that’s the result of a chance meeting too. You’re damned right. Drink up. We’ll have another.
pintrest, henrycharlesbukowski
June 27, 2013
June 25, 2013
June 15, 2013
I am a patient lover
quote by MOHAMMED N. WAHEED
[ Touching ]
J.D. Salinger
I can feel the time just slipping by
Henry James
I want sin
“I don’t want comfort. I want God, I want poetry, I want real danger, I want freedom, I want goodness, I want sin.”
Aldus Huxley, A Brave New World
Damon Loble
nothing hurtful
Junot Díaz, This Is How You Lose Her
June 14, 2013
June 08, 2013
June 05, 2013
Money is the anthem
“Perhaps there are other bits of my life that would take on content, take on shadow, if only I read more and thought less about money.”
Martin Amis, Money
“Money doesn't mind if we say it's evil, it goes from strength to strength. It's a fiction, an addiction, and a tacit conspiracy.”
Martin Amis, Money
May 27, 2013
the blind cruelty of fate
“Sometimes there is no pattern, no plan, but merely the blind cruelty of fate, which keeps no running tally of who has suffered too much.”
Tess Gerritsen
Photography Sugar Los Angeles
May 25, 2013
April 29, 2013
waiting for it to rain
“I don't consider myself a pessimist. I think of a pessimist as someone who is waiting for it to rain. And I feel soaked to the skin.”
― Leonard Cohen
Don DeLillo, Mao II / Maurizio Di Iorio
April 28, 2013
April 25, 2013
April 24, 2013
‘What if?’ has no power against ‘What if not?’
‘What if?’ has no power against ‘What if not?’ The not of you is unbearable. I must have you. Let them prate, those scorn-eyed anti-romantics. Love is not the oil and I am not the machine. Love is you and here I am.
Jeanette Winterson, The Poetics of Sex
April 14, 2013
to survive as individuals
“Writing is a form of personal freedom. It frees us from the mass identity we see all around us. In the end, writers will write not to be outlaw heroes of some underculture but mainly to save themselves, to survive as individuals.”
Don Delilo
April 06, 2013
March 17, 2013
March 15, 2013
March 10, 2013
the first kiss
“We are all mortal until the first kiss and the second glass of wine.”
Eduardo Galeano
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