gaws:
In receiving the distinction with which your free Academy has so generously honoured me, my gratitude has been profound, particularly when I consider the extent to which this recompense has surpassed my personal merits. Every man, and for stronger reasons, every artist, wants to be recognized. So do I. But I have not been able to learn of your decision without comparing its repercussions to what I really am. A man almost young, rich only in his doubts and with his work still in progress, accustomed to living in the solitude of work or in the retreats of friendship: how would he not feel a kind of panic at hearing the decree that transports him all of a sudden, alone and reduced to himself, to the centre of a glaring light? And with what feelings could he accept this honour at a time when other writers in Europe, among them the very greatest, are condemned to silence, and even at a time when the country of his birth is going through unending misery?
I felt that shock and inner turmoil. In order to regain peace I have had, in short, to come to terms with a too generous fortune. And since I cannot live up to it by merely resting on my achievement, I have found nothing to support me but what has supported me through all my life, even in the most contrary circumstances: the idea that I have of my art and of the role of the writer. Let me only tell you, in a spirit of gratitude and friendship, as simply as I can, what this idea is.
(via jesuisperdu)
Source: gaws
My personal favorite:
3. LimeSmall and acidic, the lime performs oral sex in a “completely unpredictable” and often “insanely reckless” manner, hoping to cause orgasm accidentally. Most limes inexplicably have perfected this method, causing even men previously thought impotent to dependably orgasm. But the experience is so painful—most recipients spend the entire duration of the blowjob (sometimes more than 40 minutes of increasingly frenzied maneuvers) screaming extremely loudly—that it’s illegal unless performed under direct supervision of a doctor, who usually will numb most of the penis first with a few careful injections.
(via heheheheheheheeheheheehehe)
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dedicated keepers at the david sheldrick wildlife trust’s nairobi elephant nursery in kenya protect baby shukuru from the cold and rain, and the risk of pneumonia, with a custom-made raincoat.
photo: michael nichols/national geographic
(via jesuisperdu)
Source: self-romance
The Secret Life of Alan Z. Feuer - NYTimes.com
love this quote within a quote, from a truly fascinating story.
(via madeleinepascal)(via madeleinepascal)
But I have overcome you
in myself,
I won’t behave
like you, so you
can’t hurt me now;
so you are not
going
to hurt me again
and I, i can’t
happen
to you.
Source: austinkleonHow to Talk About Books You Haven’t Read by Pierre Bayard
Surprise! This book won’t actually teach you how to talk about books you haven’t read, but rather, it’ll teach you a certain way of thinking about books. I first saw it mentioned by @mattthomas— he tweeted a while back that this was the book that helped him most with his PhD work, so I bought it for my wife the PhD candidate, and then finally read it myself.
Instead of straight-reviewing the book (thank God I’m not a real book reviewer!) here are some thoughts about reading that I’ve been developing and collecting (most of them are not my own, of course) with some passages from the book as “backup”:
* * *
Reading is an act of selection, or subtraction.
Reading is first and foremost non-reading. Even in the case of the most passionate lifelong readers, the act of picking up and opening a book masks the countergesture that occurs at the same time: the involuntary act of not picking up and not opening all the other books in the universe.
And part of what makes us interesting isn’t just what we’ve read, but what we haven’t read.
* * *
Skimming is a kind of reading.
Here’s Francis Bacon (via):
Some books are to be tasted, others to be swallowed, and some few to be chewed and digested; that is, some books are to be read only in parts; others to be read, but not curiously; and some few to be read wholly, and with diligence and attention.
Read the conclusion sentence first, skip the boring parts, take things out of order—it really doesn’t matter.
* * *
Nobody reads the same book.
When we talk about books…we are talking about our approximate recollections of books… What we preserve of the books we read—whether we take notes or not, and even if we sincerely believe we remember them faithfully—is in truth no more than a few fragments afloat, like so many islands, on an ocean of oblivion…We do not retain in memory complete books identical to the books remembered by everyone else, but rather fragments surviving from partial readings, frequently fused together and further recast by our private fantasies. … What we take to be the books we have read is in fact an anomalous accumulation of fragments of texts, reworked by our imagination and unrelated to the books of others, even if these books are materially identical to ones we have held in our hands.
You become particularly aware of this as a writer:
Every writer who has conversed at any length with an attentive reader, or read an article of any length about himself, has had the uncanny experience of discovering the absence of any connection between what he meant to accomplish and what has been grasped of it. There is nothing astonishing in this disjuncture; since their inner books differ by definition, the one the reader has superimposed on the book is unlikely to seem familiar to the writer.
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“Reading is really the search for the self through others.” - Laurence Musgrove
The paradox of reading is that the path toward ourselves passes through books, but that this must remain a passage. It is a traversal of books that a good reader engages in—a reader who knows that every book is the bearer of part of himself and can give him access to it if only he has the wisdom not to end the journey there.
This passage is impeded by the fucked-up way we teach students to think about books:
Paralyzed by the respect due to texts and the prohibition against modifying them, forced to learn them by heart or to memorize what they “contain,” too many students lose their capacity for escape and forbid themselves to call on their imagination in circumstances where that faculty would be extraordinarily useful.
Which is why blackout poetry and marginalia are activities that can help us break out of the mindset that books are sacred, permanent artifacts, and push us towards the idea that books are simply fodder for our own creativity.
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Source: andrewrparsonsClean Slate. From M. Ward’s Newest Album, A Wasteland Companion.