January 2012
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No. 81
[Else, derived from the Old English elles, “other, otherwise, different,” which ultimately traces back to words meaning “in a foreign land.”]
Perhaps no voyage I embark upon will take me more distant than that of sliding my hand along the skin of your back.
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We say ‘forest’ but this word is made of the unknown, the unfamiliar, the...
– Witold Gombrowicz (via mythologyofblue)
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Autoportrait (after Leve)
Last year, I attempted, with the kind of half-heartedness I’ve come to expect from myself, to post a photographic self-portrait each month. This year, I’m attempting the same, but rather than using an image, I will emulate Édouard Levé’s Autoportrait and present myself, however I currently unspool, in a 500 word stream-of-consciousness block of text. The following, then, is
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Little Toboggans:
1. Maggie Nelson describes writing as “a hard and passing rain. It, too, kills the time.” This is a statement about writing; I’m more interested in it as a statement about rain. Does she mean that time is something rain can do? Can other weathers do this?
2. People speak of “sunlight filling the room.” Always the obtrusive guest. What I feel in such a room is more akin to an...
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‘I need a little language such as lovers use, words of one...
– Gretchen Henderson, On Marvellous Things Heard
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An indescribable joy always rushes out of great books, even when they speak of...
– Gilles Deleuze, quoted in Nikanor Teratologen’s Assisted Living
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It is as if I had completely lost the ability to bring within reach the...
– Rilke, May 16, 1911. (via time immemorial)
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Our unhappiness is by no means something that we have been talked into, like our...
– Thomas Bernhard, from “Montaigne” tr. Douglas Robertson (via hypocrite-lecteur)
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The solution of the problem of life is seen in the vanishing of the problem.
– Wittgenstein, Tractatus (6.4311)
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Fifty years ago I was born a female human animal. This, I was told, meant that I...
– Leonora Carrington, from What is a Woman?
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