January 2011
5 posts
“…supine on the stage, ‘expediting matters’ in an agony of calisthenics, surrounded by the doomed furniture.”
-Beckett, “Sean O’Casey”
That a cross may crush me if I refuse to believe in it. That I may rock anchor through the ages if I hope it’s not true. That the host may choke me if I beneighbour you without my charity! Sh! Shem, you are. Sh! You are mad!
He points the deathbone and the quick are still. Insomnia, somnia somniorum. Awmawm.
-Joyce, Finnegans Wake
Do not constantly return to what I have said in the past! Even as I say those things, I have already forgotten them. All that I have said in the past is absolutely without importance. By the time one writes something down, one has already worn it out in one’s head; thought becomes anemic and one writes it down, and that is that. What interests me is what I might write and what I might do.
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