Saturday, June 4, 2011

ulysses

Think you’re escaping and run into yourself. Longest way round is the shortest way home.
— James Joyce, Ulysses

Tuesday, May 31, 2011

narrative is radical

Make up a story. Narrative is radical, creating us at the very moment it is being created. We will not blame you if your reach exceeds your grasp; if love so ignites your words they go down in flames and nothing is left but their scald. Or if, with the reticence of a surgeon’s hands, your words suture only the places where blood might flow. We know you can never do it properly—once and for all. Passion is never enough; neither is skill. But try. For our sake and yours forget your name in the street; tell us what the world has been to you in the dark places and in the light. … Language alone protects us from the scariness of things with no names.
— Toni Morrison, from the 1993 Nobel Prize lecture

Thursday, April 14, 2011


Ale-colored sunshine and pale sky and whorls of cirrus so high they cast no shadow. Insects all business all the time. Quartz and chert and schist and chondrite iron scabs in granite. Very old land. Look around you. The horizon trembling, shapeless. We are all of us brothers.     -dfw

Tuesday, April 12, 2011

"there is no other life but this"

  
You must live in the present, launch yourself on every wave, find your eternity in each moment. Fools stand on their island of opportunities and look toward another land. There is no other land; there is no other life but this.
-HENRY DAVID THOREAU

Wednesday, April 6, 2011

library love

"So the America I loved still exists, if not in the White House or the Supreme Court or the Senate or the House of Representatives or the media. The America I love still exists at the front desks of our public libraries."
-kurt vonnegut

Monday, March 28, 2011

the novel as commodity

A novel is a commodity that fulfills a certain need; people need to buy daydreams like they need to buy ice cream or aspirin or gin. They even need to buy a pinch of intellectual catnip now and then to liven up their thoughts. 
— John Dos Passos

for virginia.

"She felt very young; at the same time unspeakably aged. She sliced like a knife through everything; at the same time was outside, looking on... far out to sea and alone; she always had the feeling that it was very, very dangerous to live even one day."
 -from the great Mrs. Dalloway by Virginia Woolf- who walked into the River Ouse seventy years ago today.