The Spherical Staircase

Then the silence deepened


"Remarks are not literature."— Gertrude Stein to Ernest Hemingway, from “The Autobiography of Alice B. Toklas”


"Remarks are not literature."
— Gertrude Stein to Ernest Hemingway, from “The Autobiography of Alice B. Toklas”

“Respond intelligently even to unintelligent treatment”

—   lao tzu (via purplebuddhaproject)

(via purplebuddhaproject)

“Words and gestures obey their own dictatorial, unimaginative laws; the ghastly ritual, that denies the spirit.”

—   Mervyn Peake, Gormenghast (via magicandpageantry)

(via nonsenseshaman)

“It is, therefore, the manner and issue of consumption which are the real tests of production. Production does not consist in things laboriously made, but in things serviceably consumable; and the question for the nation is not how much labour it employs, but how much life it produces. For as consumption is the end and aim of production, so life is the end and aim of consumption… THERE IS NO WEALTH BUT LIFE.”

—   John Ruskin, Unto This Last London 1860 (via studiobhalo)

(via nonsenseshaman)

“Tamkin kept repeating as they walked down the street that there were many who were dedicated to suffering. But he told Wilhelm, ‘I’m optimistic in your case, and I have seen a world of maladjustment. There’s hope for you. You don’t really want to destroy yourself. You’re trying hard to keep your feelings open, Wilhelm. I can see it. Seven per cent of this country is committing suicide by alcohol. Another three, maybe, narcotics. Another sixty just fading away into dust by boredom. Twenty more who have sold their souls to the Devil. Then there’s a small percentage of those who want to live. That’s the only significant thing in the whole world of today. Those are the only two classes of people there are. Some want to live, but the great majority don’t.’ This fantastic Tam­kin began to surpass himself. ‘They don’t. Or else, why these wars? I’ll tell you more,’ he said. ‘The love of the dying amounts to one thing; they want you to die with them. It’s because they love you. Make no mistake.’”

—   Seize the Day, Saul Bellow

“Phenomenological ontology is brought to a word in a way that admits—even shelters—the livingness of that to which it refers; poetic language, furthermore, is shown to be an access to truth neither as correctness nor as the correspondence between thought and actuality but as a process of partial, and therefore finite, disclosure. That we are the bearers of language and therefore privy to this disclosure—to Being itself—becomes the matter for thinking. What is most erroneous in technological thinking and in the technological domination of beings—namely, the forgetting of Being, or Seinsvergessenheit—is overcome, illuminating the finitude of all discourse of what is. Since for Heidegger poetic language admits this finitude—that it is a revealing—it becomes the most compelling source for a phenomenological-ontological account of truth.”

“I have ideas and reasons,
Know theories in all their parts,
And never reach the heart.”

—   Fernando Pessoa

“Literature, like any other art, is singularly interesting to the artist; and, in a degree peculiar to itself among the arts, it is useful to mankind.”

—   Robert Louis Stevenson, “The Morality of the Profession of Letters,” Essays in the Art of Writing.