The Revered Gwyon was then forty-four years old. He was a man above the middle height with thin and graying hair, a full face and flushed complexion. His clothing, although of prescribed moribund color, had a subtle bit of dash to it which had troubled his superiors from the start. His breath, as he grew older, was scented more and more freshly with caraway, those seeds often used in flavoring schnapps, and his eyes would glow one moment with intense interest in the matter at hand, and the next be staring far beyond temporal bounds. He had, by now, the look of a man who was waiting for something which had happened long ago.
- William Gaddis, The Recognitions
• 2 October 2013 • 3 notes
Nowadays, the refrain is that “there’s no stopping our powerful new technologies”. Grassroots resistance to these technologies is almost entirely confined to health and safety issues, and meanwhile various logics – of war theory, of technology, of the marketplace – keep unfolding automatically. We find ourselves living in a world with hydrogen bombs because uranium bombs just weren’t going to get the job done; we find ourselves spending most of our waking hours texting and emailing and Tweeting and posting on colour-screen gadgets because Moore’s law said we could. We’re told that, to remain competitive economically, we need to forget about the humanities and teach our children “passion” for digital technology and prepare them to spend their entire lives incessantly re-educating themselves to keep up with it. The logic says that if we want things like Zappos.com or home DVR capability – and who wouldn’t want them? – we need to say goodbye to job stability and hello to a lifetime of anxiety. We need to become as restless as capitalism itself.
- Jonathan Franzen
• 13 September 2013 • 1 note
Even as a child, when I lacked for nothing, I wanted to die: I wanted to surrender because I saw no stress in struggling. I felt that nothing would be proved, substantiated, added or subtracted by continuing an existence which I had not asked for.
- Henry Miller, Tropic of Capricorn
• 13 July 2013 • 2 notes
Zola Jesus - Avalanche (Slow)
• 26 June 2013
After Season Four [when Gandolfini and HBO had a pay dispute and filming was delayed], Jim called all the regulars into his trailer and gave us $33,333 each, every single one of us. Now, there were a lot of big actors—Kelsey Grammer, Ray Romano—and they’re all nice guys, I’m sure, but nobody gave their cast members that kind of money. That’s like buying everybody an S.U.V. He said, “Thanks for sticking by me.”
- Steven Schirripa, The Family Hour: An Oral History of The Sopranos
• 19 June 2013 • 3 notes
It was love, she thought, pretending to move her canvas, distilled and filtered; love that never attempted to clutch it’s object; but, like the love which mathematicians bear their symbols, or poets their phrases, was meant to be spread over the world and become part of the human gain.
- Virginia Woolf, To The Lighthouse
• 6 June 2013 • 4 notes
Marissa Nadler - Rosary
April is lonely
That I wear on my neck
Stare out to sea
Bird in a tree
I feel numb and cold, rosary
Numb, cold, and free, rosary
• 15 May 2013 • 2 notes
Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds - Mermaids
• 6 May 2013 • 38 notes