“The truth is, nature actually prefers our individuals to live as briefly as possible.”
From The Faster I Walk, the Smaller I Am by Kjersti A Skomsvold, read here by Rosaleen Linehan.
“I would have to give him a dummy or hand him an umbrella and tell to wait for me even if it rains”
Youtube comment of the day:
If Lou Reed came to my neighborhood to cop heroin, I think I would beat him. He looks to clean, like a kid who comes in the city for the sticks and tries to cop in Harlem, I would have to give him a dummy or hand him an umbrella and tell to wait for me even if it rains. He breaks the heroin, taboo, mystique with his song title, but he sounds more like a speed freak .His music is not conducive to a good heroin nod. He would have ruined my high. Clean from heroin for 27 years. Thank You God.
“Seconds Guy du Puy and Heinrich Ludlow shake hands. Is that Pynchon on the left?”
(photo and article: http://lawsofsilence.blogspot.com/2013/02/start-of-duel-buried-in-sun_9.html)
The figure on the right, identified as Hochkappler, is almost certainly Fariña. But on the left, Pynchon is not Marcel Aladar….more likely the woman in the background! So, what to do? Look for more info on Aladar and Hochkappler maybe.
“The reader and a lot of his relatives do lots of things the Jew and the Catholic do not find in harmony with their philosophy.”
Are there contemporary writers you follow with great pleasure?
There are several such writers, but I shall not name them. Anonymous pleasure hurts nobody.
Do you follow some with great pain?
No. Many accepted authors simply do not exist for me. Their names are engraved on empty graves, their books are dummies, they are complete nonentities insofar as my taste in reading is concerned. Brecht, Faulkner, Camus, many others, mean absolutely nothing to me, and I must fight a suspicion of conspiracy against my brain when I see blandly accepted as “great literature” by critics and fellow authors Lady Chatterley’s copulations or the pretentious nonsense of Mr. Pound, that total fake. I note he has replaced Dr. Schweitzer in some homes.
Nabokov in the Paris Review (whose interviews I read over and over and over again when it becomes obvious that sleep will not be had yet again this night)
“when many lies are told, unfettered by immediate comparison to fact, they end up comprising a kind of truth”
This is a verisylum. There was only ever one before this, built in 1847. We believe it is the only real treatment for dramatic cases of chronic lying, cases where the lying ends up compromising the identity of the individual. Instead of giving medications, or applying truth-rubrics, Margaret Selm came up with her own method. She established the parameters for the creation of a country house in which all behavior would be governed by a set of arbitrary rules. There would be no prohibition against lying, but the individuals present in the house, the chronic liars, would find in the arbitrary rules, which, as you’ll come to see, are many, a sort of structure that allowed them, as time passed, to construct an identity for themselves. The idea is that when many lies are told, unfettered by immediate comparison to fact, they end up comprising a kind of truth. On that truth too lies can be based.
— Jesse Ball’s Samedi the Deafness, which I can’t believe I’m just now coming toN
Here’s the thing. I used to get down on the floor with that dog and wrestle with him and is be humming Ghost Riders in the Sky…
This is not the most elegant way of breaking down wood, and it leaves a lot of brown lignin muck behind
The best writing on the biochemical composition of wood you’ll ever see:
Wood destroying fungi are not only biochemical marvels, they are also splendid architects. Unlike plants and animals, fungi are not composed of cells containing a single nucleus, but rather of hyphae, which are fibrous tubes containing many nuclei. Like cells, hyphae can be packed together in various ways to make specialised tissues and organs, the most familiar of which is probably the mushroom, which are the tasty genitals of the fungus Agaricus bisporus. Wood destroying fungi produce genitals of highly variable tastiness, including jelly ears