Photograph by Lee Greenfeld © 2013
Tuesday, December 31, 2013
Monday, December 30, 2013
"The solitary and thoughtful stroller finds a singular intoxication in this universal communion. The man who loves to lose himself in a crowd enjoys feverish delights that the egoist locked up in himself as in a box, and the slothful man like a mollusk in his shell, will be eternally deprived of. He adopts as his own all the occupations, all the joys and all the sorrows that chance offers."
Monday, December 23, 2013
"But since death is inevitable we don’t have to deal with it (it’ll deal with us when it decides to). What we do have to deal with is the psychic, physical, and fusion diseases wrought during our so-called lives as byproducts of the elemental clash. In other words we’re all terminally psychotic and no doctor, hospital, pill, needle, book or guru holds the cure. Because the disease is called life and there is no cure for that but death and death’s just part of the set-up designed to keep you terrified and thus in bondage from the cradle to the crypt so ha ha the joke’s on you except there’s no punchline and the comedian forgot you ever existed as even a comma."
Thursday, December 12, 2013
Rest In Peace
"“The exploration of oneself is usually also an exploration of the
world at large, of other writers, a process of comparison with
oneself with others, discoveries of kinships, gradual
illumination of one's own potentialities."
Wednesday, December 11, 2013
Monday, December 9, 2013
"The truth is always an abyss. One must — as in a swimming pool — dare to dive from the quivering springboard of trivial everyday experience and sink into the depths, in order to later rise again — laughing and fighting for breath — to the now doubly illuminated surface of things."
Thursday, December 5, 2013
Rest In Peace
"Death is something inevitable. When a man has done what he considers to be his duty to his people and his country, he can rest in peace. I believe I have made that effort and that is, therefore, why I will sleep for the eternity."
Wednesday, December 4, 2013
"Find meaning. Distinguish melancholy from sadness. Go out for a walk. It doesn’t have to be a romantic walk in the park, spring at its most spectacular moment, flowers and smells and outstanding poetical imagery smoothly transferring you into another world. It doesn’t have to be a walk during which you’ll have multiple life epiphanies and discover meanings no other brain ever managed to encounter. Do not be afraid of spending quality time by yourself. Find meaning or don’t find meaning but 'steal' some time and give it freely and exclusively to your own self. Opt for privacy and solitude. That doesn’t make you antisocial or cause you to reject the rest of the world. But you need to breathe. And you need to be."
Monday, December 2, 2013
Rest In Peace
Fare thee well to the great André Schiffrin, who published and championed the likes of Günter Grass, Jean-Paul Sartre, Simone de Beauvoir, Studs Terkel, Michel Foucault and Art Spiegelman, among countless others via Pantheon Books which he ran until 1990, after which he co-founded nonprofit publishing house The New Press. He was also one of the founders of The Student League For Industrial Democracy (later known as the Students For A Democratic Society), and while studying at Clare College Cambridge served as editor of Granta. Schiffrin died in Paris on Sunday; he was 78.
Sunday, December 1, 2013
“They're events you remember all your life, like your first real orgasm. And the whole purpose of the absurd, mechanically persistent involvement with recorded music is the pursuit of that priceless moment. So it's not exactly that records might unhinge the mind, but rather that if anything is going to drive you up the wall it might as well be a record.”