Posts tagged literature
Posts tagged literature
The truth is rarely pure and never simple
(Source: sh00tingthebull)
I hold a beast, an angel, and a madman in me, and my enquiry is as to their working, and my problem is their subjugation and victory, down throw and upheaval, and my effort is their self-expression.
The road has its own reasons and no two travelers will have the same understanding of those reasons. If indeed they come to an understanding of them at all.
It’s hard to say what you mean to say… unless you’re Bob Dylan… and then you can be a rollin’ stone…
urePerhaps it’s done already, perhaps they have said me already, perhaps they have carried me to the threshold of my story, before the door that opens on my story, that would surprise me, if it opens, it will be I, it will be the silence, where I am, I don’t know, I’ll never know, in the silence you don’t know, you must go on, I can’t go on, I’ll go on.
I think that one of these days you’re going to have to find out where you want to go. And then you’ve got to start going there.
(Source: bookmania, via alwaysleann)
“I haven’t been everywhere, but it’s on my list.”
― Susan Sontag viasereudipity:
The question, O me! so sad, recurring—What good amid these, O me, O life? Answer. That you are here—that life exists and identity, that the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse.
Do not go where the path may lead, go instead where there is no path and leave a trail.
eEven in Goethe we come across heavy lines, even in him we can be confronted by lack of clarity or banality of thought. It is not a question of thought, or of colour, or of faithfulness to literary rules; it is something else, living but incomprehensible, something that will always elude any definition of artistic genius…the clearest of images of the great artists and their words are never clear to the end, rather as the limpid sky over our heads, when we gaze into it, turns out to be not pale blue at all, but a darker shade, deeper, fathomless. And so the works of great genius, for all their crystalline clarity, will sometimes make us gaze apprehensively into their depths, and define the clarity as the clarity of the deep…and that is all; what lies at the bottom of those depths eludes us.
Andrey Bely, The Tragedy of Art, ‘Dostoievsky and Tolstoy’.
A quote featured in Andrey Tarkovsky’s diary entry, November 10, 1980.
from Time Within Time: The Diaries, Andrey Tarkovsky.
The passages highlighted by my father (years ago) in particular are intriguing to me.
(via harpy)
(via libraryland)
Lonesome Liz’s Mojo Sideshow street scenes (by mojosideshow)
From Lonesome Liz’s Mojo Sideshow: http://lonesomelizmojosideshow.blogspot.com
I was just clowning around!
A clown’s face hides much; including age.
It also hides sadness, enui and rage.
Whatever it is that you’ve been told,
I promise you, I was much too old
to act on my antics.
I was just a romantic.
Ah! She was a sight
when she’d bend, plates all a-spin!
The most beautiful girl I’d ever seen.
I dreamed
that I was no longer a man
who was laughable and
I dreamed I had her heart.
She wasn’t very smart.
She clung to rather provincial rules.
She made it clear she thought me a fool.
Unthinkingly, as she did most things,
as easy as a small bird sings,
she told the Acrobat.
And that was that.
I never saw him coming.
He was so good at tumbling.
I was just clowning around!
My body was never found.
They knew I was dead
because they found my head.
From ‘Lonesome Liz’s Mojo Sideshow’. The Mojo Sideshow features art by Molly Crabapple, Wes Freed, (Drive-by Truckers), Katelan Foisy and more.
http://lonesomelizmojosideshow.blogspot.com
was born the nervous type.
I remained so all my life;
eighteen long years, filled with strife.
Each year brutal, stealthy as a knife.
It wasn’t so strange, the not breathing, you know.
I’d always lost my breath with each chill wind’s blow.
A lot of them blew.
Let me tell you…
It was really more than a little late
when I became a fantastic twirler of plates.
Most begin the trade at three or four;
six at the most. I was more
than thirteen.
Somehow, the team
found quickly I bested them all.
I could twirl more plates, no matter how tall
the stack the others spun.
What an odd, funny fate.
To lead a team of fantastic twirlers of plates.
I deeply loved the Acrobat.
That’s a fact.
He was as lovely as the dwan.
I was happy. Till I found what went on
inside his head.
It’s been said
mine was a particularly gruesome demise.
Oh, he lies!
He says strangle’s all he did.
What he didn’t tell you is, he hid
my body in seven places or so.
He put my toes where the four winds blow.
That’s why I walk
but do not talk
through my throat.
That’s all she wrote.
“The best thing about dreams is that fleeting moment, when you are between asleep and awake, when you don’t know the difference between reality and fantasy, when for just that one moment you feel with your entire soul that the dream is reality, and it really happened.”
- Goethe
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