Gerhard Kadow and Elsa Franke (1929)
(Source: maudit, via palimpsestghost)
The time of the photograph is [always] after. This imprecision accommodates the numerous successions, the end upon seismic end, in a time without time, un[re]countable: still. In this, it is a perfect crime, “l’anéantissement anéanti, la fin… privée d’elle-même.” — Nathanaël, Sisyphus, Outdone.: Theatres of the Catastrophal (p. 45)
Jolande des Bouvrie
Nadia Myre, Sonny Assu, Rebecca Belmore, Mathieu Beausejour… yeah, you could say I’m pretty excited for this year’s Manif d’Art.
There ought to be books for sleeping : in the most vicious style, with barely chewable words, long as fingers, words that twirl into incomprehensible silver curlicues at the end ; consonantal knickknackeries (or at most an occasional dark vowel in ) : books to fight thoughts. —
-Arno Schmidt (via plzpityshatov)
if anyone knows the book/text this comes from, let me know
If you could require the president to read one book, what would it be?
I suppose at least a little faith in literature’s ability to make us better is what lies behind this question. But I have no such faith. The president has already read many wonderful books from many different cultures. Now we need him to act justly in certain matters: to stop killing people extrajudicially, and to stop deporting people with such enthusiasm. I doubt that more reading will quicken his conscience in these matters. — Teju Cole: By the Book. (via batarde)