February 2012
3 posts
“Maybe there is a Machine to take us away, take us completely, suck us out...”
– Thomas Pynchon, Gravity’s Rainbow
January 2012
3 posts
“Now what sea is this you have crossed, exactly, and what sea is it you have...”
– Thomas Pynchon, Gravity’s Rainbow
December 2011
2 posts
November 2011
8 posts
“The supermarket shelves have been rearranged. It happened one day without...”
– DeLillo, White Noise (via peterwalsh)
“Sometimes the birds flew so low I could feel the noise of their wings and got...”
– Patrick White, The Vivisector
Thus while I waited the future became the present unchallenged; and all too soon the regretted past.
- Peter Goldsworthy, Maestro
September 2011
6 posts
“It now lately sometimes seemed like a kind of black miracle to me that people...”
– David Foster Wallace, Infinite Jest
3 tags
-Tell me about Edith when you were telephones. -No. -Arrwk! Sob! Ahahah! Sob! -Contain yourself. Discipline! -You’re killing me, you’re killing me, you’re killing me! -Now you’re ready. We dug our index fingers in each other’s ears. I won’t deny the sexual implications. You are ready to face them now. All parts of the body are erotogenic. Assholes can be trained with whips and kisses, that’s...
August 2011
10 posts
2 tags
“Something happens in your late twenties, where you realise… that how other...”
– David Foster Wallace, Although Of Course You End Up Becoming Yourself (via peterwalsh)
oversets:
God keeps unfurling me with God’s gigantic helium. There are scratchmarks all over my life. That’s from my mitts. Other human, this unfurliness is far too spacious. Would you lend me some muscle? Let’s write a sermon on control. Let’s write a love song for heavyweights and by heavyweights I mean everyone.
- Melissa Broder, Championship
(found at Guernica)
July 2011
3 posts
June 2011
25 posts
Nietzsche (Dandy Warhols)
Drown, drown Sailors run aground In a sea change, nothing is safe. Strange waves Push us every way In a stolen boat, we’ll float away. Little one, Hold on. All of the dreams are wasting.
- Little One (Beck)
“My suspicion is that in Heaven the Blessed are of the opinion that the advantages of the locale have been overrated by theologians who were never actually there. Perhaps even in Hell the damned are not always satisfied.”
- Jorge Luis Borges
skye: where's that noah got to?
natalia: i guess he is just bumbling around at home, writing music, eating cake, looking at his girly calendar, playing catch with his dog, being infuriated by his parents.
skye: is his girly calendar just loads of daisy lowes?
natalia: actually it's a folder. i imagine so.
skye: hahaha. he sent it to me. i now own it. do you have it too?
natalia: his whole folder? nah.
natalia: haha, that's funny. he is so organised on the computer. is it a good folder?
skye: it's bizarre. he sent me his art collection too. i've never seen anything so ridiculous as his penchant for categorizing.
natalia: once i pretended to have fucked with his itunes and outdated or mislabelled something somewhere.
natalia: he was not happy.
skye: hahahaha. that's genius. you sir are a marvel. probably a magician. are you?
natalia: more like a witch.. but then i found a whole smiths album titled 'go fuck yourself natalia' on my computer.
