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“التَّجارب الشخصية هي التي تصنع قِيمةً للأمَاكن، وإلَّا فالأماكِنُ في حَدِّ ذاتها جَمَاداتٌ، وجَمَالُها أو قُبحُهَا انعِكاسٌ للحَالةِ المزَاجيَّةِ والتَّركِيبةِ السِّياقيَّةِ للشَّخصِ الذي يَتَقاطَعُ مَعها”
― طرق ومدن
― طرق ومدن
“I suppose it is submerged realities that give to dreams their curious air of hyper-reality. But perhaps there is something else as well, something nebulous, gauze-like, through which everything one sees in a dream seems, paradoxically, much clearer. A pond becomes a lake, a breeze becomes a storm, a handful of dust is a desert, a grain of sulphur in the blood is a volcanic inferno. What manner of theater is it, in which we are at once playwright, actor, stage manager, scene painter and audience?”
― The Rings of Saturn
― The Rings of Saturn
“I am the twentieth century. I am the ragtime and the tango; sans-serif, clean geometry. I am the virgin's-hair whip and the cunningly detailed shackles of decadent passion. I am every lonely railway station in every capital of Europe. I am the Street, the fanciless buildings of government. the cafe-dansant, the clockwork figure, the jazz saxophone, the tourist-lady's hairpiece, the fairy's rubber breasts, the travelling clock which always tells the wrong time and chimes in different keys. I am the dead palm tree, the Negro's dancing pumps, the dried fountain after tourist season. I am all the appurtenances of night.”
― V.
― V.
“ربما ليس كل فعل يَصدُر من الإنسَان أو حَالةٍ تَطرأُ عليه تَكون نَابعَةً مِنه. أحيانًا المَكان، الزَّمَن والليْل والنَّهار، الحَر والبَرد، الطَّقس، تَدفَعُ الشَّخصَ إلى الإحسَاس بأشيَاء حقيقيَّة تتمظهَرُ على خَارجِهِ، وتؤثِّرُ عليه. وربما كِلاهما. وربما على حسب الشخص. ليسَ واضحًا.”
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“I know you, I know you. You're the only serious person in the room, aren't you, the only one who understands, and you can prove it by the fact that you've never finished a single thing in your life. You're the only well-educated person, because you never went to college, and you resent education, you resent social ease, you resent good manners, you resent success, you resent any kind of success, you resent God, you resent Christ, you resent thousand-dollar bills, you resent Christmas, by God, you resent happiness, you resent happiness itself, because none of that's real. What is real, then? Nothing's real to you that isn't part of your own past, real life, a swamp of failures, of social, sexual, financial, personal...spiritual failure. Real life. You poor bastard. You don't know what real life is, you've never been near it. All you have is a thousand intellectualized ideas about life. But life? Have you ever measured yourself against anything but your own lousy past? Have you ever faced anything outside yourself? Life! You poor bastard.”
― The Recognitions
― The Recognitions
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