Cant see Watt hi mean.
Theoretical Perspectives in Architectural History and Criticism
by Jennifer Bloom
Found this book in a bin at Museum of Modern Art book store, when they had a crib downtown.
First edition. Lovely book.
TIME TO REREAD. Is all I need.
Lou Reed studied Finnegans Wake with Delmore Schwartz >> Oh thats lovely.
“We gathered around you as you read Finnegans Wake. So hilarious but impenetrable without you. You said there were few things better in life than to devote oneself to Joyce.”
List snarfed from OPEN CULTURE:
- The Master and Margarita by Mikhail Bulgakov
- Journey to the East by Hermann Hesse
- The Glass Bead Game by Hermann Hesse
- Heart of Darkness by Joseph Conrad
- Moby Dick by Herman Melville
- Billy Budd by Herman Melville
- Songs of Innocence by William Blake
- The Wild Boys by William Burroughs
- Howl by Allen Ginsberg
- A Season in Hell by Arthur Rimbaud
- Illuminations by Arthur Rimbaud
- Wittgenstein’s Poker by David Edmonds and John Eidinow
- Villette by Charlotte Bronte
- The Process by Brion Gysin
- Cain’s Book by Alexander Trocchi
- Coriolanus by William Shakespeare
- The Happy Prince by Oscar Wilde
- The Sheltering Sky by Paul Bowles
- Against Interpretation by Susan Sontag
- The Oblivion Seekers by Isabelle Everhardt
- The Women of Cairo by Gérard de Nerval
- Under the Volcano by Malcolm Lowry
- Dead Souls by Nikolai Gogol
- The Book of Disquiet by Fernando Pessoa
- The Death of Virgil by Hermann Broch
- Raise High the Roof Beam, Carpenters by J.D. Salinger
- Franny and Zooey by J.D. Salinger
- The Scarlet Letter by Nathaniel Hawthorne
- A Night of Serious Drinking by René Daumal
- Swann in Love by Marcel Proust
- A Happy Death by Albert Camus
- The First Man by Albert Camus
- The Waves by Virginia Woolf
- Big Sur by Jack Kerouac
- Anything by H.P. Lovecraft
- Anything by W.G. Sebald
- The Thief’s Journal or anything by Jean Genet
- The Arcades Project or anything by Walter Benjamin
- Poet in New York by Federico García Lorca
- The Lost Honor of Katharina Blum by Heinrich Böll
- The Palm-Wine Drinkard by Amos Tutuola
- Ice or anything by Anna Kavan
- The Divine Proportion by H.E. Huntley
- Nadja by André Breton
Olga Plümacher (1839–1895) published a book entitled Der Pessimismus in Vergangenheit und Gegenwart in 1884. It was an influential book: Nietzsche owned a copy (as did Sam Beckett), and there are clear cases where Nietzsche borrowed phraseology from Plümacher.
Plümacher specifies philosophical pessimism as comprising two propositions: ‘The sum of displeasure outweighs the sum of pleasure’ and ‘Consequently the non-being of the world would be better than its being’.
Plümacher cites Schopenhauer as the first proponent of this position, and Eduard von Hartmann as the thinker who has developed it to its fullest potential. She heavily criticizes Schopenhauer in many respects, not for being a pessimist, but rather for not achieving as good a pessimism as he might have done, on the following major grounds: that his account of pleasure as merely privative is implausible, that he has a confused account of individuation, that his retention of a Christian notion of guilt is gratuitous, that he lapses into the self-pitying subjectivity of the condition she calls Weltschmerz, and that his philosophy leads to quietism, and is thus inferior to von Hartmann’s combination of pessimism and optimism, which allows for social progress.
From Abstract : Worse than the best possible pessimism? Olga Plümacher’s critique of Schopenhauer, by Christopher Janaway
Der Pessimismus in Vergangenheit und Gegenwart, Geschichtliches und Kritisches, by Olga Plümacher · 1884
By Richard Zenith
About half way thru. Very nicely done.
Pessoa described himself as a “secret orchestra.” Rimbaud as a piece of wood transformed by destiny into a violin.
Detective Fiction ?
Pessoa lamented the hesitation and incompletion that plagued so much of what he wrote.
In Book of Disquiet, illustrates the uncertainty principle that runs throughout his written universe.
Variations on the Invented Self. Powered by ideas rather than plot. Self multiplication.
Part 1: The Born Foreigner 1888-1905
Born June 13, 1888. A Gemini.
Saudade: word signifies intense longing, yearning, nostalgia, as state of mind, existential condition.
Tagus River, sometimes called Mar da Palha or Straw Sea.
Writing as painting: “Against the blue made pale by the green of night, the cold unevenness of the buildings on the summer horizon formed a jagged, brownish-black silhouette, vaguely haloed by a yellowed gray.” Book of Disquiet — BOD
Both parents passionately into language. Father a Music Theatre Critic side job. Defined his ancestry as a mixture of aristocrats and jews. Mother Catholic.
Restless religious curiosity. Read extensively. Including astrology.
However closely you touch me
When I pass by, always drifting,
You are to me like a dream —
In my soul your ringing is distant.
With every clang you make,
Resounding across the sky,
I feel the past farther away,
I feel nostalgia close by.
First published piece of creative prose “In The Forest of Estrangement.”
His father secure in a government job. Reading by four. Fondness for comics.
Brother born 1893, contracted TB, like his father. Fathers’s mother bouts of dementia that alternated between sullen withdrawal and exalted verbal eruptions. Father searching for a cure at sanatoriums. Father died 1893. Mother Maria forced to downsize from spacious apartment with two housekeepers and grand view of Targus. Those days were over. Brother Jorge died 1894.
Mother met Joao Rosa on streetcar, made in America, they called the Americano. He became the great love of her life. A ships captain in Navy, had sailed all over the world.
Was promoted to Port Captain. His ship called the Liberal. Campaign to subdue Mozambique rebels. Slated to become Portuguese consul in Durban South Africa.
A true and intimate disbelief
Has made the whole world a desert for me.
Bullfights at Campo Pequeno with his Uncle Cunha. Portuguese bullfights, known as the corrida, somewhat less gruesome than those in Spain. Attended concerts, opera with Aunt Maria.
From the 1920’s? “And instead of ending with my childhood, this tendency expanded in my adolescence, taking firmer root with each passing year… Today I have no personality: I have divided all my humanness among the various authors whom I’ve served as literary executor. Today I am the meeting place of a small humanity that belongs only to me.”
First heteronym Chevalier de Pas, knight and letter writer. At five or six. Knight of No ? Pas also means steps. Mother herself, diligently wrote letters to her family, constantly.
MOI: Letters for me are, and always have been, an explosive aberration. Serve as an annex or extension, to break against boundaries, crash selves even. Open my life up to both relative and the absurd as a promulgation. A place occasionally can devolve into, however taboo, lit up against what occurred to my char as a direct affront, ceaselessly repetitive limitations of reality.
Pessoa’s niece found and published some of Uncle Cunha’s letters to Fernando.
Pessoa would dress up for Carnival. Majority maternal relatives, great aunts and their husbands, lived in Lisbon. Mothers family came from Azores, an island archipelago, west of Lisbon, northwest of Morocco.Continue reading
My Huckleberry Friends.
INTERVIEW E. M. Cioran & Jason Weiss https://www.itinerariesofahummingbird.com/e-m-cioran.html
Portions of this interview were first published in the Los Angeles Times (October 5, 1984); the entire text appeared in Grand Street (New York) 5:3 (Spring 1986), and later in my book Writing at Risk: interviews in Paris with uncommon writers (Iowa, 1991), now out of print. More recently, the interview was translated into Italian by Pierpaolo Trillini and edited by Antonio Di Gennaro as a small book under Cioran’s name as L’Intellettuale senza patria (Milano: Mimesis, 2014).
Cioran sat out the Second World War in Paris. In its aftermath, he approached the famous publishing house, Gallimard, with his first work in French, A Short History of Decay, published in 1949. Writing in French was he said, ‘like writing a love letter with a dictionary’.
The book became a bestseller, the first in a series of devastatingly wicked and dark texts composed mainly of aphorisms and tart short essays. Each title comes as a provocation or a punch: Syllogisms of Bitterness, The Temptation to Exist and his masterpiece: The Trouble with Being Born.
MOI: I bring french into my english as a structural ghost —
Insomnia | An interview with Emil Cioran, 1984 http://www.cocosse-journal.org/2020/07/the-insomnia-interview-with-emil-cioran.html
“Read day and night, devour books – these sleeping pills – not to know but to forget! Through books you can retrace your way back to the origins of spleen, discarding history and its illusions.”
Bruno Mars and Mark Ronson
Come on, dance, jump on it
If you sexy then flaunt it
If you freaky then own it
Don’t brag about it, come show me
Don’t believe me just watch come on!
Don’t believe me just watch uh —
Written in the 1590s, The Faerie Queene is a Christian allegory (in which Catholicism is the enemy and the Church of England in need of protecting) featuring a cast of knights, maidens, villains, monsters (the Blatant Beast – whence we get our word ‘blatant’ – is but one example), wizards, and princes. Spenser depicts the Christian world of chivalry using his ‘Spenserian stanza’ form, devised specifically for the poem, and casts a heady magic spell over readers. His poem continues to do so, even if parts of the poem drag a little, especially if we don’t have access to a handy guide that explains contemporary allusions and the more obscure Christian references.
Edmund Spenser Complete Works, PDF
- Iambicum Trimetrum
- 1569: Jan van der Noodt’s A Theatre for Worldlings, including poems translated into English by Spenser from French sources, published by Henry Bynneman in London
- 1579: The Shepheardes Calender, published under the pseudonym “Immerito” (entered into the Stationers’ Register in December)
- The Faerie Queene, Books 1–3
- Complaints, Containing Sundrie Small Poemes of the Worlds Vanitie (entered into the Stationer’s Register in 1590), includes:
- Axiochus, a translation of a pseudo-Platonic dialogue from the original Ancient Greek; published by Cuthbert Burbie; attributed to “Edw: Spenser” but the attribution is uncertain
- Daphnaïda. An Elegy upon the Death of the Noble and Vertuous Douglas Howard, Daughter and Heire of Henry Lord Howard, Viscount Byndon, and Wife of Arthure Gorges Esquier (published in London in January, according to one source; another source gives 1591 as the year)
- Amoretti and Epithalamion, containing:
- Astrophel. A Pastorall Elegie vpon the Death of the Most Noble and Valorous Knight, Sir Philip Sidney
- Colin Clouts Come Home Againe
- Fowre Hymnes dedicated from the court at Greenwich; published with the second edition of Daphnaida
- The Faerie Queene, Books 4–6
- Babel, Empress of the East – a dedicatory poem prefaced to Lewes Lewkenor‘s The Commonwealth of Venice, 1599.
- 1609: Two Cantos of Mutabilitie published together with a reprint of The Faerie Queene
- 1611: First folio edition of Spenser’s collected works
- 1633: A Vewe of the Present State of Irelande, a prose treatise on the reformation of Ireland, first published by Sir James Ware (historian) entitled The Historie of Ireland (Spenser’s work was entered into the Stationer’s Register in 1598 and circulated in manuscript but not published until it was edited by Ware)
Alexander Pope (21 May 1688 – 30 May 1744) was an English poet, translator, and satirist of the Augustan period and one of its greatest artistic exponents. Considered the foremost English poet of the early 18th century and a master of the heroic couplet, he is best known for satirical and discursive poetry, including The Rape of the Lock, The Dunciad, and An Essay on Criticism, and for his translation of Homer. After Shakespeare, he is the second-most quoted author in The Oxford Dictionary of Quotations, some of his verses having entered common parlance (e.g. “damning with faint praise” or “to err is human; to forgive, divine“).
TABLE OF CONTENTS for Complete Works
Ode On Solitude
A Paraphrase (on Thomas Kempis, L. III. C. 2)
To the Author of a Poem Entitled Successio [ ]
The First Book of Statius’s Thebais Translated In the Year 1703
Imitations of English Poets
Spenser [ ] the Alley
Waller On a Lady Singing to Her Lute
Cowley the Garden
Earl of Rochester On Silence
Earl of Dorset Artemisia
Dr. Swift the Happy Life of a Country Parson
Discourse On Pastoral Poetry
I: Spring; Or, Damon [ ] to Sir William Trumbull
II: Summer; Or, Alexis to Dr. Garth
III: Autumn; Or, Hylas and gon [ ] to Mr. Wycherley
IV: Winter; Or, Daphne [ ] to the Memory of Mrs. Tempest
Windsor Forest [ ] to the Right Hon. George Lord Lansdown
Paraphrases From Chaucer
January and May: Or, the Merchant’s Tale
The Wife of Bath Her Prologue
The Temple of Fame [ ]
Translations From Ovid
Sappho to Phaon From the Fifteenth of Ovid’s Epistles
The Fable of Dryope [ ] From the Ninth Book of Ovid’s Metamorphoses
Vertumnus and Pomona From the Fourteenth Book of Ovid’s Metamorphoses
An Essay On Criticism [ ]
Poems Written Between 1708 and 1712
Ode For Music On St. Cecilia’s Day
The Balance of Europe
On Mrs. Tofts, a Famous Opera-singer
Epistle to Mrs. Blount, With the Works of Voiture.
The Dying Christian to His Soul
Epistle to Mr. Jervas [ ] With Dryden’s Translation of Fresnoy’s Art of Painting
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Impromptu to Lady Winchilsea Occasioned By Four Satirical Verses On
Women Wits, In the Rape of the Lock
Elegy to the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady
The Rape of the Lock an Heroi-comical Poem [ ]
Poems Written Between 1713 and 1717
Prologue to Mr. Addison’s Cato
Epilogue to Mr. Rowe’s Jane Shore Designed For Mrs. Oldfield
To a Lady, With the Temple of Fame
Upon the Duke of Marlborough’s House At Woodstock
Lines to Lord Bathurst
Macer [ ] a Character
Epistle to Mrs. Teresa Blount On Her Leaving the Town After the Coronation
Lines Occasioned By Some Verses of His Grace the Duke of Buckingham
A Farewell to London [ ] In the Year 1715
Imitation of Martial
Imitation of Tibullus
The Basset-table [ ] an Eclogue
Epigram On the Toasts of the Kit-cat Club [ ] Anno 1716
The Challenge a Court Ballad
The Looking-glass On Mrs. Pulteney
Prologue, Designed For Mr. D’urfey’s Last Play
Prologue to the ‘three Hours After Marriage’
Prayer of Brutus From Geoffrey of Monmouth
To Lady Mary Wortley Montagu
Extemporaneous Lines On a Portrait of Lady Mary Wortley Montagu, Painted
Eloisa to Abelard [ ]
Poems Written Between 1718 and 1727
An Inscription Upon a Punch-bowl In the South Sea Year, For a Club: Chased
With Jupiter Placing Callisto In the Skies, and Europa With the Bull
Epistle to James Craggs, Esq. Secretary of State
Verses to Mr. C. St. James’s Palace, London, Oct. 22
To Mr. Gay Who Had Congratulated Pope On Finishing His House and
On Drawings of the Statues of Apollo, Venus, and Hercules Made For Pope By
Sir Godfrey Kneller
Epistle to Robert Earl of Oxford and Mortimer Prefixed to Parnell’s Poems
Two Choruses to the Tragedy of Brutus
To Mrs. M. B. On Her Birthday
Answer to the Following Question of Mrs. Howe
On a Certain Lady At Court
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To Mr. John Moore Author of the Celebrated Worm-powder
The Curll Miscellanies Umbra
Poems Suggested By Gulliver
On Certain Ladies
Prologue to a Play For Mr. Dennis’s Benefit, In 1733, When He Was Old,
Blind, and In Great Distress, a Little Before His Death
Song, By a Person of Quality Written In the Year 1733
Verses Left By Mr. Pope On His Lying In the Same Bed Which Wilmot, the
Celebrated Earl of Rochester, Slept In At Adderbury, Then Belonging to the
Duke of Argyle, July 9th, 1739
On His Grotto At Twickenham Composed of Marbles, Spars, Gems, Ores, and
On Receiving From the Right Hon. the Lady Frances Shirley a Standish and
On Beaufort House Gate At Chiswick
To Mr. Thomas Southern On His Birthday, 1742
1740: A Poem [ ]
Poems of Uncertain Date
Lines Written In Windsor Forest
Verbatim From Boileau First Published By Warburton In 1751
Lines On Swift’s Ancestors
On Seeing the Ladies At Crux Easton Walk In the Woods By the Grotto
Extempore By Mr. Pope
Inscription On a Grotto, the Work of Nine Ladies
To the Right Hon. the Earl of Oxford Upon a Piece of News In Mist [mist’s
Journal] That the Rev. Mr. W. Refused to Write Against Mr. Pope Because
His Best Patron Had a Friendship For the Said Pope
Epigrams and Epitaphs
On a Picture of Queen Caroline Drawn By Lady Burlington
Epigram Engraved On the Collar of a Dog Which I Gave to His Royal
Lines Written In Evelyn’s Book On Coins
From the Grub-street Journal
III: Mr. J. M. S[myth]e Catechised On His One Epistle to Mr. Pope
IV: Epigram On Mr. M[oo]re’s Going to Law With Mr. Giliver: Inscribed to
VI: Epitaph On James Moore-smythe
VII: A Question By Anonymous
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On Charles Earl of Dorset In the Church of Withyam, Sussex
On Sir William Trumbull One of the Principal Secretaries of State to King
On the Hon. Simon Harcourt Only Son of the Lord Chancellor Harcourt
On James Craggs, Esq. In Westminster Abbey
On Mr. Rowe In Westminster Abbey
On Mrs. Corbet Who Died of a Cancer In Her Breast
On the Monument of the Hon. R. Digby and of His Sister Mary Erected By
Their Father, Lord Digby, In the Church of Sherborne, In Dorsetshire, 1727.
On Sir Godfrey Kneller In Westminster Abbey, 1723
On General Henry Withers In Westminster Abbey, 1729
On Mr. Elijah Fenton At Easthamstead, Berks, 1729
On Mr. Gay In Westminster Abbey, 1730
Intended For Sir Isaac Newton In Westminster Abbey
On Dr. Francis Atterbury Bishop of Rochester, Who Died In Exile At Paris,
On Edmund Duke of Buckingham Who Died In the Nineteenth Year of His
For One Who Would Not Be Buried In Westminster Abbey
Another On the Same
On Two Lovers Struck Dead By Lightning
An Essay On Man [ ]
In Four Epistles to Lord Bolingbroke
Epistle I of the Nature and State of Man, With Respect to the Universe
Epistle Ii of the Nature and State of Man With Respect to Himself As an
Epistle Iii of the Nature and State of Man With Respect to Society
Epistle Iv of the Nature and State of Man, With Respect to Happiness
Epistle I [ ] to Sir Richard Temple, Lord Cobham
Epistle Ii [ ] to a Lady of the Characters of Women
Epistle Iii [ ] to Allen, Lord Bathurst
Epistle IV: To Richard Boyle, Earl of Burlington of the Use of Riches
Epistle V: To Mr. Addison Occasioned By His Dialogues On Medals
Universal Prayer Deo Opt. Max.
Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot [ ] Being the Prologue to the Satires
Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace Imitated [ ]
The First Satire of the Second Book of Horace
The Second Satire of the Second Book of Horace [ ]
The First Epistle of the First Book of Horace [ ]
The Sixth Epistle of the First Book of Horace [ ]
The First Epistle of the Second Book of Horace [ ]
The Second Epistle of the Second Book of Horace [ ]
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Satires of Dr. John Donne, Dean of St. Paul’s, Versified [ ]
Epilogue to the Satires [ ] In Two Dialogues. Written In 1738
The Sixth Satire of the Second Book of Horace [ ]
The Seventh Epistle of the First Book of Horace [ ]
The First Ode of the Fourth Book of Horace [ ]
The Ninth Ode of the Fourth Book of Horace
The Dunciad In Four Books
Martinus Scriblerus of the Poem
Preface Prefixed to the Five First Imperfect Editions of the Dunciad, In Three
Books, Printed At Dublin and London, In Octavo and Duodecimo, 1727.
The Publisher to the Reader
A Letter to the Publisher Occasioned By the First Correct Edition of the
Advertisement to the First Edition With Notes, Quarto, 1729
Advertisement to the First Edition of the Fourth Book of the Dunciad, When
Printed Separately In the Year 1742
Advertisement to the Complete Edition of 1743
The Dunciad [ ] to Dr. Jonathan Swift
Book Ii [ ]
Book Iii [ ]
Book Iv [ ]
Translations From Homer the Iliad
Book I: The Contention of Achilles and Agamemnon
Book II: The Trial of the Army and Catalogue of the Forces
Book III: The Duel of Menelaus and Paris
Book IV: The Breach of the Truce, and the First Battle
Book V: The Acts of Diomed
Book VI: The Episodes of Glaucus and Diomed, and of Hector and
Book VII: The Single Combat of Hector and Ajax
Book VIII: The Second Battle, and the Distress of the Greeks
Book IX: The Embassy to Achilles
Book X: The Night Adventure of Diomede and Ulysses
Book XI: The Third Battle, and the Acts of Agamemnon
Book XII: The Battle At the Grecian Wall
Book XIII: The Fourth Battle Continued, In Which Neptune Assists the Greeks.
the Acts of Idomeneus
Book XIV: Juno Deceives Jupiter By the Girdle of Venus
Book XV: The Fifth Battle, At the Ships; and the Acts of Ajax
Book XVI: The Sixth Battle: the Acts and Death of Patroclus
Book XVII: The Seventh Battle, For the Body of Patroclus.—the Acts of
Book XVIII: The Grief of Achilles, and New Armour Made Him By Vulcan
Book XIX: The Reconciliation of Achilles and Agamemnon
Book XX: The Battle of the Gods, and the Acts of Achilles
Book XXI: The Battle In the River Scamander
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Book XXII: The Death of Hector
Book XXIII: Funeral Games In Honour of Patroclus
Book XXIV: The Redemption of the Body of Hector
Pope’s Concluding Note.
Book III: The Interview of Telemachus and Nestor
Book V: The Departure of Ulysses From Calypso
Book VII: The Court of Alcino s
Book IX: The Adventures of the Cicons, Lotophagi, and Cyclops
Book X: Adventures With olus, the L strygons, and Circe
Book XIII: The Arrival of Ulysses In Ithaca
Book XIV: The Conversation With Eum us
Book XV: The Return of Telemachus
Book XVII: Book XXI: The Bending of Ulysses’ Bow
Book XXII: The Death of the Suitors
Book XXIV: Postscript By Pope
A. a Glossary of Names of Pope’s Contemporaries Mentioned In the Poems.
POPE’s VILLA & GRATTO
Pope’s villa was the residence of Alexander Pope at Twickenham, then a village west of London in Middlesex. He moved there in 1719 and created gardens and an underground grotto. The house and grotto were topics of 18th- and 19th-century poetry and art. In about 1845, a neo-Tudor house known as Pope’s Villa was built on approximately the same site; it has been used as a school since the early 20th century. Pope’s Grotto, which is listed Grade II* by Historic England, survives and is occasionally open to the public.
The author of Frankenstein always saw love and death as connected. She visited the cemetery to commune with her dead mother. And with her lover.
“Her mother’s grave: the setting seems an unusually grim, even ghoulish locale for reading, writing, or love-making,” Gilbert notes. Yet for Mary Shelley, the cemetery was not merely a repository of rotting corpses, but a site of knowledge and connection: It was a place where she read to deepen her literary education and her communion with her mother, and a place where she was inducted into mysteries of sexuality. Literary, familial, and carnal knowledge were all bound together in one place.
O mon Bien ! O mon Beau ! Fanfare atroce où je ne trébuche point ! Chevalet féerique ! Hourra pour l’oeuvre inouïe et pour le corps merveilleux, pour la première fois ! Cela commença sous les rires des enfants, cela finira par eux. Ce poison va rester dans toutes nos veines même quand, la fanfare tournant, nous serons rendus à l’ancienne inharmonie. O maintenant, nous si digne de ces tortures ! rassemblons fervemment cette promesse surhumaine faite à notre corps et à notre âme créés: cette promesse, cette démence ! L’élégance, la science, la violence ! On nous a promis d’enterrer dans l’ombre l’arbre du bien et du mal, de déporter les honnêtetés tyranniques, afin que nous amenions notre très pur amour. Cela commença par quelques dégoûts et cela finit, – ne pouvant nous saisir sur-le-champ de cette éternité, – cela finit par une débandade de parfums.
Rire des enfants, discrétion des esclaves, austérité des vierges, horreur des figures et des objets d’ici, sacrés soyez-vous par le souvenir de cette veille. Cela commençait par toute la rustrerie, voici que cela finit par des anges de flamme et de glace.
Petite veille d’ivresse, sainte ! quand ce ne serait que pour le masque dont tu as gratifié. Nous t’affirmons, méthode ! Nous n’oublions pas que tu as glorifié hier chacun de nos âges. Nous avons foi au poison. Nous savons donner notre vie tout entière tous les jours.
Voici le temps des Assassins.
O my Good! O my Beautiful! Appalling fanfare where I do not falter! rack of enchantmants! Hurrah for the wonderful work and for the marvelous body, for the first time! It began in the midst of children’s laughter, with their laughter will it end. This poison will remain in all our veins even when, the fanfare turning, we shall be given back to the old disharmony. O now may we, so worthy of these tortures! fervently take up the superhuman promise made to our created body and soul: that promise, that madness! Elegance, science, violence! They promised to bury in darkness the tree of good and evil, to deport tyrannic respectability so that we might bring hither our very pure love. It began with a certain disgust and it ends, – unable to grasp this eternity, – it ends in a riot of perfumes.Continue reading
“Mark Twain” (meaning “Mark number two”) was a Mississippi River term: the second mark on the line that measured depth signified two fathoms, or twelve feet—safe depth for the steamboat. In 1857, at the age of twenty-one, he became a “cub” steamboat pilot.
Mark Twain at Large. UC Berkeley Library.
At the corner of Good-Children and Tchoupitoulas streets, I beheld an apparition!—and my first impulse was to dodge behind a lamp-post. It was a woman—a hay-stack of curtain calico, ten feet high—sweeping majestically down the middle of the street . . . . Next I saw a girl of eighteen, mounted on a fine horse, and dressed as a Spanish Cavalier, with long rapier, flowing curls, blue satin doublet and half-breeches, trimmed with broad white lace—(the balance of her dainty legs cased in flesh-colored silk stockings)—white kid gloves—and a nodding crimson feather in the coquettishest little cap in the world. She removed said cap and bowed low to me, and nothing loath, I bowed in return—but I could n’t help murmuring, “By the beard of the Prophet, Miss, but you’ve mistaken your man this time—for I never saw your silk mask before—nor the balance of your costume, either, for that matter.” And then I saw a hundred men, women and children in fine, fancy, splendid, ugly, coarse, ridiculous, grotesque, laughable costumes, and the truth flashed upon me—”This is Mardi-Gras!”Clemens describes Mardi Gras to his sister March 1859
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Feel good song.
Official trailer for THIS MUCH I KNOW TO BE TRUE – in cinemas worldwide on Wednesday 11 May.
Directed by Andrew Dominik, featuring Nick Cave & Warren Ellis, captures their exceptional creative relationship as they bring to life songs from albums Ghosteen and Carnage.
Ukraine Soldiers Who told Russian Warship ‘Go F*ck Yourself’ Honoured with Postage Stamp.
Sketch by artist Boris Groh.
Love Rimbaud’s switches and tumbles.
How he combs and breaks with traditional narrative assembly, roams thoughts language wise willing, visualizes narrative meta, into a poetic spillover of passions dark rebellion and rank beautiful mischief. And yet still so TYPICALLY french. Miller is more a pillar with a filler he gathers great detail into a mighty vacuum, where as Rimbaud startles into essences.
5000 words embedded in frequent french phrasing with clever translations. @word 4700. Almost done. LOVING IT. Paris in June, here we come.
By Emily Dickinson
One need not be a Chamber — to be Haunted —
One need not be a House —
The Brain has Corridors — surpassing
Material Place —
Far safer, of a Midnight Meeting
Than its interior Confronting —
That Cooler Host.
Far safer, through an Abbey gallop,
The Stones a’chase —
Than Unarmed, one’s a’self encounter —
In lonesome Place —
Ourself behind ourself, concealed —
Should startle most —
Assassin hid in our Apartment
Be Horror’s least.
The Body — borrows a Revolver —
He bolts the Door —
O’erlooking a superior spectre —
Or More —
Samuel Beckett: avant-garde dramatist, brooding Nobel Prize winner, and…gritty television detective!
Beckett — a Quinn Martin Production
Found reference to Open Culture‘s reference to
“Hear Sylvia Plath Read 18 Poems From Her Final Collection, Ariel, in 1962 Recording”
There is even a poem called Nick and the Candlestick.
They are brave horrible beautiful and relentless. Reading from her book Ariel:
Victorian birthday book + Room for Notes
BASED ON quotations from Nick Cave for each day of the year.
Created and designed by Nick Cave
Published by Cave Things
Size: 10,2 x 12,5 cm (hardcover)
Number of pages: 136
Printed and bound in Denmark by Narayana Press
Compiled by Rodrigo Perez Pereira
Dispatching from 4th December
Russell Sbriglia (Assistant Professor of English at Seton Hall University) hosts a discussion with Cornel West and Slavoj Žižek on “The Future of the Left” —Continue reading
Watt will not
abate one jot
but of what
of the coming to
of the being at
of the going from
of the long way
of the short stay
of the going back home
the way he had come
of the empty heart
of the empty hands
of the dim mind wayfaring
through barren lands
of a flame with dark winds
of the empty heart
of the empty hands
of the dark mind stumbling
through barren lands
that is of what
Watt will not
abate one jot
A gentle littering of MOST-READ McSWEENEY’S INTERNET TENDENCY ARTICLES OF ALL-TIME by McSWEENEY’S
43. Unused Audio Commentary by Howard Zinn and Noam Chomsky, Recorded Summer 2002 For The Fellowship Of The Ring (Platinum Series Extended Edition) DVD, Part One by Tom Bissell and Jeff Alexander (4/23/03)
40. Hamlet: Facebook Newsfeed Edition by Sarah Schmelling (7/30/08)
19, Kafka’s Joke Book by John McNamee (3/19/14)
12. Seven Bar Jokes Involving Grammar and Punctuation by Eric K. Auld (11/8/11)
The Limits of Fabrication: Materials Science, Materialist Poetics (Idiom: Inventing Writing Theory) by Nathan Brown, book about materials science and Charlie Olson’s (I, Maximus of Gloucester, to You) poetry.
Form of language courted by Heidegger — over what is life and what is rock.
Reminds me of Carlos Castenada — in one of his last books, where searching for truth of image, crawls into rock as shaman logic, to unavoidably discover essence & meaning of slowing down time.
High Didg section. Being and Time as Shape.Continue reading
Suzy Cave’s The Vampire’s Wife. Am indebted to her approach to beauty that plumbs artistic and dramatic strains across the universe, however curious, transgressive, or both.
Virginia has been much on my mind lately. Experimental way approaches her paragraphs — My LuLu du Lac loves how she starts to slip into passages with fingers running freely either side like its an open maze, where language funnels off and tunnels back in.
Sun through leaves breakaway breakaway open handed chasing seedpuffs that dehiscse on a hot day in Britian, Gorse bushes exploding pods sound almost like gunshots.
Unavoidable with participation, earnest interest, eagerness, shock, tenderness, injury, inquiry. Etc.
She is an Angel for me. Influence very real even needy — but not nearly as traumatic. Startles yet brightens, exhilarates yet fights for it, reaches — as I reach, back for Clarice again and again —
“They would understand,” my LuLu equates out loud to herself. How must be able to work at peak intervals, engage with beauty — who as part of creation often dances with darker forces, battles “for real.” What leads body of hate back to surface of love. Sleeps tender with the undead. Tender yet monstrous, when love explodes with horror and light —
La Folie Charles Baudelaire
“I came,” she said, “hoping you could talk me out of a fantasy.”
“Cherish it,” cried Hilarius, fiercely. “What else do any of you have? Hold it tightly by its little tentacle, don’t let the Freudians coax it away or the pharmacists poison it out of you. Whatever it is, hold it dear, for when you lose it you go over by that much to the other. You begin to cease to be.”Continue reading
“… impressive, rigorous, coherent, and innovative.”—Yves Laberge, The European Legacy
Samuel Beckett’s actual library “is still where it was at the time of his death in 1989, in his apartment on the Boulevard St. Jacques in Paris. Only a relatively small amount of books had previously been taken out of the library…The library contains roughly 700 books, which includes those volumes that Beckett kept at his country retreat in Ussy that were moved to Paris when he died.” From books Introduction, pages xiii-xvii.
Consider a great find
Reading this book came to a new understanding of Beckett’s Process for Foraging and Storaging.
And how much unknowingly I was there — all along.
Talks about Beckett as an artist who is a reader, a phrase hunter, an extractor, notebook keeper, writer in margins — yes a marginalist!
Especially his Florentia edition of Dante.
Beckett himself having referred to it as “treasure … with notes that knew their place…” As well as: a “horrid [thing], beslubbered with grotesque notes, looking like a bank book in white cardboard and pale gold title …”
If you read Beckett a lot a lot — highly recommend. ★★★★★
After reading just three chapters, could read titles for Philosophy Books/Articles and tell apart parts of sentences and match up meaning to words.
The Sick Bag Song by Nick Cave is especially essential to my collection.
Helps me wake up beyond revelations of ornery terrors: to behold with honesty humor and relish the beauty in my obsessions –
Especially those that otherwise would tear the soul apart.
I really liked Lulu In Hollywood by Louise Brooks. Working in Hollywood, and on dancing stages, travelled with Ziegfeld. Its an honest book. Bitter, its been called — but I dont see it that way entirely. Its another hard knocks western song out of Kansas and Missouri. Her best friend commits suicide. There is seemingly all this emotional blackmail from men and Hollywood — money, travel, working in theatre, running to and from NY and Calif and Germany. She did several German films. Basically hated Hollywood, but also loved having the work, refused at first to do talkies.
Adventurous, stubborn, she loved to read. Was more into books herself than movies, she dogmatically proclaims. But the book is also full of hard knocks, loss, and tons of disdain — for wealthy of Hollywood, in particular and in general.
Josefina Ayerza with Slavoj Zizek from Flash Art on Lacon.com
“The entire satisfaction, the jouissance is that you do not know and will never know who the other is… the entire satisfaction is in this purely symbolic exchange…”
“In quantum physics for example you have the idea of possibility. If you take all the possible movements of an electron, for example, that already describes a certain actuality. To deduce what the actual movement will be, you must consider all possibilities. Possibility is not just a mere possibility but already functions as (an) actuality in itself…”
Falling asleep with Finnegans Wake. Gave me hallucinations still cherish. Think about this book a lot. Like a fish, the tide and blotting paper. Aquatic with words, to see what undercurrent pings and plots like a sinking rock. I love this book. Where poetry upends with limerick, descends into every threshold of language at its poetic markers, among many.
Even mine such as it is shrouded in magical horror. Astonished at the elevation! What a relief and shock it was to first wander around in, like Alice for a chalice, for shimmering destinies that plait through his language. Mindfulness concocting particulate simmering connections, as his carpet beater silts and looms, through poetic slough’n trough (with highly hilly integrity).
And without having to let go at all of its density!
Two books had super heavy influence on me very early on.
Ezra Pounds translation of Remy du Gormant’s The Natural Philosophy of Love. A later 1800’s serious tract about sexual instincts in animals. And translated with marked succinctness and intensity by the great Ezra. Loved it.
Also: The infamous In Praise of Folly. A satirical essay written by Erasmus of Rotterdam, first printed in June 1511. “Folly praises self-deception and madness and moves to a satirical examination of pious but superstitious abuses –” WIKI.
A comedy really. Found it a great relief to “wisdom” as heads in bible and prayers, scriptures that howled at my want of freedom — like an escaping thief. Who bothered to, dared.
From Wikipedia. Essay written in Latin in 1509 by Desiderius Erasmus of Rotterdam and first printed in June 1511. Inspired by previous works of the Italian humanist Faustino Perisauli De Triumpho Stultitiae, it is a satirical attack on superstitions and other traditions of European society as well as on the Western Church.
Erasmus revised and extended his work, which was originally written in the space of a week while sojourning with Sir Thomas More at More’s house in Bucklersbury in the City of London. The title Moriae Encomium had a punning second meaning as In Praise of More. In Praise of Folly is considered one of the most notable works of the Renaissance and played an important role in the beginnings of the Protestant Reformation.
Soul, wilt thou toss again?
By just such a hazard
Hundreds have lost, indeed,
But tens have won an all.
Angels' breathless ballot
Lingers to record thee;
Imps in eager caucus
Raffle for my soul.
Truman at Yaddo.
Gotta Love Sammy!
Night Table. Every Night. In the French.
Agua Viva. Ex-lover to whom she must explain. And para after para gushes out after thresholds where language goes beyond the simple or complex, beyond deviousness, and even beyond reflection or admission, to something ailing for a form. Seeps as paint does blood through the grave and the mighty. Irresolvable with hidden beauty, nestling in cracks. Luminance and void, dangling off hiatus of every breadth, every death, hearing itself scream, for murder & joy. Wild as a state of nature.
Got off of archive.org. Considered historically important French language book by Etymologtist Auguste Brachet. Its pretty darn good – Cours complet d’histoire de la langue française conforme au programme du Conseil supérieur de l’instruction publique en date du 15 juillet 1880.
Marcel Proust’s short stories, Les Plaisirs and Les Jours. The Pleasure of My Days –
In which details a heart’s merciless compulsion for whats missing — as a wild delicacy of treasonous virtues that are unforgiving.
Also a take on Flaubert, using characters Bacard and Pecuchet — think Plato as two feckless vaniloquent bourgeoisie BFF posing a (‘cooperative argumentative type’) dialogue — discussing virtues and merits of Music and High Society – -Its delicious fictitious drollery, really funny & by contraries profound, cheeky, charming, delightful.
by Robert Lowell
(For Elizabeth Bishop)
Nautilus Island’s hermit
heiress still lives through winter in her Spartan cottage;
her sheep still graze above the sea.
Her son’s a bishop. Her farmer
is first selectman in our village;
she’s in her dotage.
the hierarchic privacy
of Queen Victoria’s century,
she buys up all
the eyesores facing her shore,
and lets them fall.
The season’s ill—
we’ve lost our summer millionaire,
who seemed to leap from an L. L. Bean
catalogue. His nine-knot yawl
was auctioned off to lobstermen.
A red fox stain covers Blue Hill.
And now our fairy
decorator brightens his shop for fall;
his fishnet’s filled with orange cork,
orange, his cobbler’s bench and awl;
there is no money in his work,
he’d rather marry.
One dark night,
my Tudor Ford climbed the hill’s skull;
I watched for love-cars .
Lights turned down,
they lay together, hull to hull,
where the graveyard shelves on the town. . . .
My mind’s not right.
A car radio bleats,
“Love, O careless Love. . . .” I hear
my ill-spirit sob in each blood cell,
as if my hand were at its throat. . . .
I myself am hell;
only skunks, that search
in the moonlight for a bite to eat.
They march on their soles up Main Street:
white stripes, moonstruck eyes’ red fire
under the chalk-dry and spar spire
of the Trinitarian Church.
I stand on top
of our back steps and breathe the rich air—
a mother skunk with her column of kittens swills the garbage pail
She jabs her wedge-head in a cup
of sour cream, drops her ostrich tail,
and will not scare.
Compares line where divine meets the sublime and language of the counting heads – as coextensive with history of math, which it is. Book very fine for philosophy majors.
Swan et le Monde.
Slavoj Zizek talking up Beckett & Lacan: “If there ever was a kenotic writer, the writer of the utter self-emptying of subjectivity, of its reduction to a minimal difference, it is Beckett. We touch the Lacanian Real when we subtract from a symbolic field all the wealth of its differences, reducing it to a minimum of antagonism. Lacan gets sometimes seduced by the rhizomatic wealth of language beyond (or, rather, beneath) the formal structure that sustains it. (My emphasis).” – Its the glue its the glue –
And on the infamous Not I: “When asked if the Auditor is Death or a guardian angel, Beckett shrugged his shoulders, lifted his arms and let them fall to his sides, leaving the ambiguity intact – repeating the very gesture of the Auditor.” Auditors! I love it. Fab a Lot!
FAB A LOT has fallen in love with this piece by Anna Maria Maiolino from her In and Out series. Yarn that tumbles out of the mouth of desire, exacerbating after knots? of beauty folly death. So simple so true.
Do it your own way. No matter what that is.
Untamed, joyous stubbornness that yearns and burns — for whatever that is. Struck right alongside the εἶδον, Greek for behold/experience, alas: the image, as complicit implicit duplicit trifarious etc, the force mejeure.
Uninhibited the cuts, set in motion (like a whirlwind of madness) the wag hag nag rag bag fog sog cog, sod prod and log.
Influence — noyous, joyous, rascally, loveable, intractable.
The Art of Dressing Curves is a gorgeous book that only SUSAN MOSES could write. Acclaimed stylist for the curvy side of life. No other book quite like it. Includes diagrammatic of 9 collars that she had me draw. I admire Susan greatly! Her faith helps me find what having faith means – Sacrificial cults abscond with me. Jesus was such a do or die. She’s on the DO side. And does it so beautifully!
Dagda, comes from proto celtic word dago-s for “good”. A fertility monster with bottomless cauldron who spawned at least six and was known as a trickster – with a magic staff that could kill with one end / bring to life with the other.
Daughter Brigid wears helmet with bird on head. Guards pagan shrine tending eternal flame.
Read almost everything by GEORGES BATAILLE on beauty, sex & death. He wrote novels & philosophy. This is his master work. Holding French against English I have read it at least three times. I adore it. Sacred essentials of horror & beauty taken out to edges of ecstasy at depths of impossibility and endlessness. Fearless F$CKER I love him. New translation by Prof. Kendall (with whom I took an online course once, I think).
SAM BECKETT, in his book Comment C’est, circles language La Boue (means mud in FR, nostalgia de la boue). He flushes and loops through an exquisite meandering mud of reason & dreams like a cryptographic lattice. My language dreams in La Boue too. Only now to open this book and discover – yeah Sam got there before me. His strength, courage & sanity gives for some of us a great sense of ministration & relief. Plot Summary: Past now gone with one Pim. Favorite soft sac he (apparently) sleeps on – and its readjustment once again (the last at first being so lovely). Also: a certain flow rate of (dinner?) tins. Part 1 is fab a lot. Eng/FR edition published by Routledge, a voluminous addition to the Beckett catalog.
Development of communication & gesture by pre-eminent expert in field, Prof. Emeritus DAVID MCNEILL. Author of 11 books on language, gesture, speech and so on. Several of which are considered classics. (If I get 1 pub’d in my life time will be a frckng miracle.) Very Prestigious Guy. Was honored to provide Professor McNeill with series of gesture drawings for one of his latest books.
Dear hands down your pants.
So the wind won’t blow it all away.
In regards to horror and sin
embraced in waves
of haunting panic
reaching for free
and the wanting to be.
The pie o my, dialed in
upsurging with overtures
pang gangs of angst.
Wending a way way
beastly balk delectation
laying waters to waste.
Plunging for runnels of love
staring eyes with evil
in battle for the shadowing
everything open at aw heck neck.
and put to sleep.
Cumulate histrionic habit
for rabbit that can dance
the flamingo macabre.
At sounds of a muddying
cry and nigh. Fills
the monster romantic
with incurrents coursing through.
Illure illure like an open casket
at devil’s peak
running down the wind.
Blue and thin.
Glory to performative abstraction.