One has just been sent out as a biblical dove, has found nothing green, and slips back
into the darkness of the ark -- Kafka

Friday, January 27, 2012

A Few Fave Licks from Beckett's "Molloy"

  • you would do better, at least no worse, to obliterate texts than to blacken margins
  • To restore silence is the role of objects
  • and the arctic radiance comes pissing on our midnights
  • I took a pebble from my pocket and sucked it. It was smooth, from having been sucked so long, by me, and beaten by the storm
  • and soon through that mist too which rises in me every day and veils the world from me and veils me from myself
  • Yes, even then, when already all was fading, waves and particles, there could be no things but nameless things, no names but thingless names
  • Saying is inventing. Wrong, very rightly wrong
  • Watch wound and buried by the watchmaker, before he died, whose ruined works will one day speak of God, to the worms
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