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"I read the gnarly and confusing introduction by the translator only to arrive at the same conclusive point, and in my opinion, that's a genius introduction.
Oh boy, I finally have calmed the narrow channels of water to get to Dostoevsky's final work, just one year before his death. And while it's a novel in its construct, it's supposed to contain his entire life. Let's see what it holds.
Part 1 & salvation is due." — Aug 20, 2025 09:45PM
"I read the gnarly and confusing introduction by the translator only to arrive at the same conclusive point, and in my opinion, that's a genius introduction.
Oh boy, I finally have calmed the narrow channels of water to get to Dostoevsky's final work, just one year before his death. And while it's a novel in its construct, it's supposed to contain his entire life. Let's see what it holds.
Part 1 & salvation is due." — Aug 20, 2025 09:45PM
“They had left their cities, but they carried their cities with them, as a trust, on their shoulders. That's how it usually is. Even when cities are left behind, they don't stay behind. They seize on you even more. When the earth slips out from under your feet, that's when it really surrounds you . . . ”
― Basti
― Basti
“For the ruling class, in general, politics is a question of aesthetics: a way of seeing themselves, of seeing the world, of constructing a personality. For us it was life or death.”
― Qui a tué mon père
― Qui a tué mon père
“I think what you know in a language shows who you are in relation to that language. Not an instance of language shaping your worldview, but its obtuse inverse, where your worldview shapes what parts of the language you pick up. Not just : your language makes you, your language holds you prisoner to a particular way of looking at the world. But also : who you are determines what language you inhabit, the prison-house of your existence permits you only to access and wield some parts of a language.”
― When I Hit You: Or, A Portrait of the Writer as a Young Wife
― When I Hit You: Or, A Portrait of the Writer as a Young Wife
“A lifetime isn’t long enough for the beauty of this world
and the responsibilities of your life.
Scatter your flowers over the graves, and walk away.
Be good-natured and untidy in your exuberance.
In the glare of your mind, be modest.
And beholden to what is tactile, and thrilling.”
― The Leaf and the Cloud: A Poem
and the responsibilities of your life.
Scatter your flowers over the graves, and walk away.
Be good-natured and untidy in your exuberance.
In the glare of your mind, be modest.
And beholden to what is tactile, and thrilling.”
― The Leaf and the Cloud: A Poem
“How can I keep my soul in me, so that
it doesn’t touch your soul? How can I raise
it high enough, past you, to other things?
I would like to shelter it, among remote
lost objects, in some dark and silent place
that doesn’t resonate when your depths resound.
Yet everything that touches us, me and you,
takes us together like a violin’s bow,
which draws one voice out of two separate strings.
Upon what instrument are we two spanned?
And what musician holds us in his hand?
Oh sweetest song.
- Love Song”
― Ahead of All Parting: The Selected Poetry and Prose
it doesn’t touch your soul? How can I raise
it high enough, past you, to other things?
I would like to shelter it, among remote
lost objects, in some dark and silent place
that doesn’t resonate when your depths resound.
Yet everything that touches us, me and you,
takes us together like a violin’s bow,
which draws one voice out of two separate strings.
Upon what instrument are we two spanned?
And what musician holds us in his hand?
Oh sweetest song.
- Love Song”
― Ahead of All Parting: The Selected Poetry and Prose
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