Showing posts with label Biblioasis. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Biblioasis. Show all posts

 

"Over the next two years I sank, half deliberately, into a dreamy inwardness, a lush romanticism that kept an active gregariousness around it like a hard shell protecting a creamy yolk. Piano playing was the natural art form to express this."

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Sleep is Now a Foreign Country: Encounters with the Uncanny by Mike Barnes

 

"We came back from the cemetery in a good mood. But that went on no more than a week, and life flowed by just as before, harsh, dull, stupid life, nothing to stop it going round and round, everything unresolved; things didn't get better."

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About Love by Anton Chekov

 



"'When you search, you find what you were looking for; when you browse, you find what you were not looking for. Search corrects your knowledge, browsing corrects your ignorance.'"

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On Browsing by Jason Guriel

 



"John Keats wrote 'Ode on Melancholy' for me. Specifically for me at fifteen...He may not have known it but he did. And I do not know who I am writing this for, or for what time, or to what purpose. But there is a deep longing in me—and it's not a lie, not a fraud—to make these words for you. These ephemeral connections are the substance of victory, to belong to a constellation of meanings, to alleviate a specific, minuscule cosmic loneliness." 

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On Writing and Failure by Stephen Marche

 

"THINGS disappoint us. Drawers stick out so you can't get THINGS out of them or into them. Machines conk out. Rugs fade. Clothes shrink. Bookshelves fall on people; they are lethal THINGS. THINGS fall off hangers, and people fall off ladders. Ladders are dangerous THINGS."

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Things Are Against Us by Lucy Ellmann

 

"Society takes no responsibility for Black people's poverty and their social exclusion and isolation, even though the history of our continuing mistreatment and subjection at the hands of that very same society  is well known; rather, our poverty and exclusion are offered as evidence of our inherent inferiority. The worst thing about this is that some members of the Black community have come to believe it about themselves, as both individuals and as a community...it is these ideas that abolition is most concerned with destroying..."

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On Property by Rinaldo Walcott

"The world is an unjust place where the good go bad from never being rewarded, where the truly wicked are very rarely punished and where most folks zigzag between the two extremes..."

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The Party Wall by Catherine Leroux, translated by Lazer Leder Hendler

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