Blind Willie McTell recording in an Atlanta hotel room, Nov. 1940.

We were positively encouraged to create for ourselves minds we would want to live with. I had teachers articulate that to me: ‘You have to live with your mind your whole life.’ You build your mind, so make it into something you want to live with. Nobody has ever said anything more valuable to me.

—Marilynne Robinson

@alecmichod: @david_mitchell reading James Wright’s poem “Lying in a Hammock at William Duffy’s Farm in Pine Island, Minnesota”:

Micah took a shower. Bottles of hair products lined the tiles and he looked at quite a few before finding one that was shampoo and said so in English. There were ciments and exfoliants and seaweed and other things that sounded like you would buy them in a garden store. Womanhood seemed highly complicated.

—Tom Drury, #Pacific

How many who had been girls with us were no longer alive, had disappeared from the face of the earth because of illness, because their nervous systems had been unable to endure the sandpaper of torments, because their blood had been spilled.

—Elena Ferrante, Those Who Leave and Those Who Stay

“Spring adds, summer multiplies, autumn subtracts, winter divides.”

—@david_mitchell #BoneClocks

Cortázar book porn

Everybody understands now that sex isn’t really dirty. […] Well, it is dirty. And fantastically intimate. A kind of insanity.
—Jack Gilbert, talking to Gordon Lish

To someone who does not yet exist everything is, inevitably, a matter of complete indifference, just as it is for someone who has died. Both are nothing, neither possesses any consciousness, the former cannot even sense what its life will be and the latter cannot recall it, as if he or she had never had a life.

—Javier Marías

Inspiration is enigmatic. It involves a kind of receptiveness, for which ‘negative capability’, shamanic revelation, Dadaist games of chance and McCarthy’s echo chamber are a name, but also an answering desire to suspend reason or wilful deliberation: a willingness to admit an empowering spirit into the work, to render it productive. The artist must embrace dispossession, acknowledging the authority of a possessing voice, but it is also necessary to assume responsibility for the work, to shape and realise what has been received such that it might inspire others in turn.

—Lars Iyer

Saul Leiter
Now I am quietly waiting for    the catastrophe of my personality    to seem beautiful again,    and interesting, and modern.
—Frank O’Hara

Saul Leiter

Now I am quietly waiting for
    the catastrophe of my personality
    to seem beautiful again,
    and interesting, and modern.

—Frank O’Hara

#Orwell #1984

One after another they climbed up and occupied the top rail of the fence, hump-shouldered and grave, like a company of buzzards assembled for supper and listening for the death-rattle.

#MarkTwain #TheGildedAge