April 20, 2014 § Leave a comment

Act only according to that maxim whereby you can, at the same time, will that it should become a universal law.

Kant, Immanuel; translated by James W. Ellington [1785] (1993)

April 14, 2014 § Leave a comment


April 14, 2014 § Leave a comment

It is warmer here and the colors so bright they seem like gifts. So often, I am impressed by them now. Did I not see them properly before, years ago? Or do my eyes receive them differently now? So vivid they appear amazing to me, supernatural.


April 8, 2014 § Leave a comment

Donald Barthelme, The Art of Fiction No. 66

from interview by J.D. O’Hara


Wordsworth spoke of growing up “Fostered alike by beauty and by fear,” and he put fearful experiences first; but he also said that his primary subject was “the mind of Man.” Don’t you write more about the mind than about the external world?


In a commonsense way, you write about the impingement of one upon the other—my subjectivity bumping into other subjectivities, or into the Prime Rate. You exist for me in my perception of you (and in some rough, Raggedy Andy way, for yourself, of course). That’s what’s curious when people say, of writers, This one’s a realist, this one’s a surrealist, this one’s a super-realist, and so forth. In fact, everybody’s a realist offering true accounts of the activity of mind. There are only realists.

via The Paris Review


April 7, 2014 § 1 Comment


April 4, 2014 § Leave a comment


“Cowardice is the most terrible of vices.”

Finally I begin The Master and Margarita.

Gertrude Stein, ‘The Autobiography of Alice B. Toklas’

April 3, 2014 § Leave a comment



“It was at this time that Jean Cocteau who prides himself on being eternally thirty was writing a little biography of Picasso, and he sent him a telegram asking him to tell him his date of birth. And yours, telegraphed back Picasso.”

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