Lucas Mattos > Recent Status Updates

"Aeolus," "Lestrygonians," "Scylla and Charybdis."

His machineries are pegging away too. Like these, got out of hand: fermenting. Working away, tearing away (118).

Flowers her eyes were, take me, willing eyes [...] She kissed me. I was kissed. All yielding she tossed my hair. Kissed, she kissed me (176).

And my turn? When? (191).

...a shattering daylight of no thoughts (215).

I get off the tram dazed and exhausted. I’ve just lived all of life. (254, #298).

Sorry for the spam

How painful everything is when we think of it as conscious thinkers, as contemplative beings whose consciousness has reached that second stage by which we know what we know! Although the day is gorgeous, I can’t help but think this way. To think or to feel? Or what third thing among the stage-sets in the back? Tedium of twilight and disarray, shut fans, weariness from having had to live… (246, #285).

I’m no one, no one at all. I don’t know how to feel, how to think, how to want. I’m the character of an unwritten novel, wafting in the air, dispersed without ever having been, among the dreams of someone who didn’t know how to complete me (227, #262).

The mark of whether you are made for a task is not whether you love it but whether you can handle the pain of the task easier than most people.

Every spoken word double-crosses us. The only tolerable form of communication is the written word, since it isn’t a stone in a bridge between souls but a ray of light between stars (185, #210).

For transit…

I've felt myself slipping back into some of the overall degeneracy I was suffering back in 2021-21. Of the three books I read at the start of my massive life overhaul that took place during the Spring of 2021, this was the most valuable. I've forgotten a lot of its lessons, and figure the time's come for a re-read. Will have to rely on a library copy, as my personal copy is back home 💔

DNF-ing The Pleasure of the Text. I've run out of patience for it. It is not the time for me to read it. I could not bring myself to enjoy it. Hopefully it is not indicative of the rest of Barthes' writings, because I really want to like his stuff.

Calypso; Lotus Eaters; Hades

....age crusting him with a salt cloak (61).

Suppose they wouldn't feel anything after. Kind of a placid. No worry. [...] Who knows? Eunuch. One way out of it (82).

Put on poor old greatgrandfather Kraahraark! Hellohellohello amawfullyglad kraark awfully gladaseeragain hellohello amarawf kopthsth (114).

Just thought of what is hands-down the perfect transit read. Not sure how I’ve overlooked it for this long. Will be picking it up after The Pleasure of the Text

That's it for the "Telemachiad." Wanted to make sure I was really "in it" before logging this monster

My childhood bends beside me (28).

Our souls, shame-wounded by our sins, cling to us yet more (48).

Touch me. Soft eyes. Soft soft soft hand. I am lonely here. O, touch me soon, now. What is that word known to all men? I am quiet here alone. Sad too. Touch, touch me (49).

Found for sale at the Harvard Bookstore. Making it a point to always have a small book on-hand to read on public transit as a replacement for the phone.

Read "Writing Beyond the Pale: Literature, Literary Theory, and the Law of Genre” by Ivan Callus.

Read "Glossing the Gloss of 'Envoi'” in The Post Card" by J. Hillis Miller (in Going Postcard: The Letter(s) of Jacques Derrida).

Finished with "The Law of Genre." Need to read The Madness of the Day

Started then dropped Derrida's "The Law of Genre" at the beginning of this past semester, picked it back up today...