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  • #1
    Julio Cortázar
    “Come sleep with me: We won't make Love, Love will make us.”
    Julio Cortázar

  • #2
    Daniil Kharms
    “I am interested only in "nonsense"; only in that which makes no practical sense. I am interested in life only in its absurd manifestations.”
    Daniil Kharms

  • #3
    Daniil Kharms
    “I was most happy when pen and paper were taken from me and I was forbidden from doing anything. I had no anxiety about doing nothing by my own fault, my conscience was clear, and I was happy. This was when I was in prison.”
    Daniil Kharms, Today I Wrote Nothing: The Selected Writings

  • #4
    Daniil Kharms
    “--How I Was Visited By Messengers--
    Something clicked in the clock on the wall, and I was visited by messengers. at first, I did not realize that I was visited by messengers. instead, I thought that something was wrong with the clock. but then I saw that the clock worked just fine, and probably told the correct time. then I noticed that there was a draft in the room. and then it shocked me: what kind of thing could, at the same time, cause a clock to click and a draft to start in the room? I sat down on a chair next to the divan and looked at the clock, thinking about that. the big hand was on the number nine, and the little one on the four, therefore, it was a quarter till four. there was a calendar on the wall below the clock, and its leafs were flipping, as if there was a strong wind in my room. my heart was beating very fast and I was so scared it almost made me collapse.
    "i should have some water," I said. on the table next to me was a pitcher with water. I reached out and took the pitcher.
    "water should help," I said and looked at the water.
    it was then that I realized that I had been visited by messengers, and that I could not tell them apart from the water. I was scared to drink the water, because I could, by accident, drink a messenger. what does that mean? nothing. one can only drink liquids. could the messengers be liquid? no. then, I can drink the water, there is nothing to be afraid of. but I couldn't find the water. I walked around the room and looked for the water. I tried putting a belt in my mouth, but it was not the water. I put the calendar in my mouth -- that also was not the water. I gave up looking for the water and started to look for the messengers. but how could I find them? what do they look like? I remembered that I could not distinguish them from the water, therefore, they must look like water. but what does water look like? I was standing and thinking. I do not know for how long I stood and thought, but suddenly I came to.
    "there is the water," I thought.
    but that wasn't the water and instead I got an itch in my ear.
    I looked under the cupboard and under the bed, hoping that there I might find the water or the messengers. but under the cupboard, in a pile of dust, I found a little ball, half eaten by a dog, and under the bed I found some pieces of glass.
    under the chair I found a half-eaten steak, I ate it and it made me feel better. it wasn't drafty anymore, the clock was ticking steadily, telling the time: a quarter till four.
    "well, this means the messengers are gone," I said quietly and started to get dressed, since I had a visit to make.
    -August 22, 1937”
    Daniil Kharms

  • #5
    Herta Müller
    “Silence is also a form of speaking. They’re exactly alike. It’s a basic component of language. We’re always selecting what we say and what we don’t. Why do we say one thing and not the other? And we do this instinctively, too, because no matter what we’re talking about, there’s more that doesn’t get said than does. And this isn’t always to hide things—it’s simply part of an instinctive selection in our speech. This selection varies from one person to the next, so that no matter how many people describe the same thing, the descriptions are different, the point of view is different. And even if there is a similar viewpoint, people make different choices as to what is said or not said. This was very clear to me, coming from the village, since the people there never said more than they absolutely needed to. When I was fifteen and went to the city, I was amazed at how much people talked and how much of that talk was pointless. And how much people talked about themselves—that was totally alien to me.
    For me, silence had always been another form of communication. After all, you can tell so much just by looking at a person. At home we always knew about each other even if we didn’t talk about ourselves all the time. I encountered a lot of silence elsewhere as well. There was the silence that was self-imposed, because you could never say what you really thought.”
    Herta Müller

  • #6
    Velimir Khlebnikov
    “effect the exchange of labor and services by means of an exchange of heartbeats. estimate every task in terms of heartbeats-the monetary unit of the future, in which all individuals are equally wealthy.”
    Velimir Khlebnikov

  • #7
    Marshall McLuhan
    “I am an intellectual thug who has been slowly accumulating a private arsenal with every intention of using it. In a mindless age every insight takes on the character of a lethal weapon. Every man of good will is the enemy of society.”
    Marshall McLuhan

  • #8
    Velimir Khlebnikov
    “You are my song, my dark blue dream
    Of doves, of winter's drowsy drone,
    And sleighs that slow and golden go
    Through gray blue shadows on the snow.”
    Velimir Khlebnikov

  • #9
    Simone Weil
    “The sea is not less beautiful in our eyes because we know that sometimes ships are wrecked by it.”
    Simone Weil, Waiting for God

  • #10
    Simone Weil
    “A beautiful woman looking at her image in the mirror may very well believe the image is herself. An ugly woman knows it is not.”
    Simone Weil, Waiting for God

  • #11
    Antonin Artaud
    “If our life lacks a constant magic it is because we choose to observe our acts and lose ourselves in consideration of their imagined form and meaning, instead of being impelled by their force.”
    Antonin Artaud, The Theater and Its Double

  • #12
    Henri Michaux
    “I AM ROWING (a hex poem)

    i have cursed your forehead, your belly, your life
    i have cursed the streets your steps plod through
    the things your hands touch
    i have cursed the inside of your dreams

    i have placed a puddle in your eye so that you cant see anymore
    an insect in your ear so that you cant hear anymore
    a sponge in your brain so that you cant understand
    anymore

    i have frozen you in the soul of your body
    iced you in the depths of your life
    the air you breathe suffocates you
    the air you breathe has the air of a cellar
    is an air that has already been exhaled
    been puffed out by hyenas

    the dung of this air is something no one can breathe
    your skin is damp all over
    your skin sweats out waters of great fear
    your armpits reak far and wide of the crypt

    animals drop dead as you pass
    dogs howl at night their heads raised toward your house
    you cant run away
    you cant muster the strength of an ant to the tip of your feet

    your fatigue makes a lead stump in your body
    your fatigue is a long caravan
    your fatigue stretches out to the country of nan
    your fatigue is inexpressible

    your mouth bites you
    your nails scratch you
    no longer yours, your wife
    no longer yours, your brother
    the sole of his foot bitten by an angry snake

    someone has slobbered on your descendents
    someone has drooled in the mouth of your laughing little girl
    someone has walked by slobbering all over the face of your domain

    the world moves away from you

    i am rowing

    i am rowing

    i am rowing against your life

    i am rowing

    i split into countless rowers
    to row more strongly against you

    you fall into blurriness
    you are out of breath
    you get tired before the slightest effort

    i row

    i row

    i row

    you go off drunk tied to the tail of a mule
    drunkenness like a huge umbrella that darkens the sky
    and assembles the flies

    dizzy drunkenness of the semicircular canals
    unnoticed beginnings of hemiplegia

    drunkeness no longer leaves you
    lays you out to the left
    lays you out to the right
    lays you out on the stony ground of the path

    i row
    i row
    i am rowing against your days

    you enter the house of suffering

    i row
    i row

    on a black blinfold your life is unfolding
    on the great white eye of a one eyed horse
    your future is unrolling

    I AM ROWING”
    Henri Michaux
    tags: a-hex

  • #13
    Clarice Lispector
    “Who has not asked himself at some time or other: am I a monster or is this what it means to be a person?”
    Clarice Lispector, A Hora da Estrela

  • #14
    Yōko Tawada
    “I was afraid of being annihilated on account of saying no: those who refuse to fulfill their duties lose their right to exist.”
    Yoko Tawada

  • #15
    Georges Bataille
    “I don't want your love unless you know i am repulsive,and love me even as you know it.”
    Georges Bataille

  • #16
    Bruno Schulz
    “My ideal goal is to "mature" into childhood. That would be genuine maturity.”
    Bruno Schulz

  • #17
    Patricia Highsmith
    “My New Year’s Eve Toast: to all the devils, lusts, passions, greeds, envies, loves, hates, strange desires, enemies ghostly and real, the army of memories, with which I do battle — may they never give me peace.”
    Patricia Highsmith



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