Untitled ‘Nothing that I’d accomplished seemed of particular significance, since it had been accomplished by me’ — Joyce Carol Oates, ‘Gun Accident – An Investigation’
Untitled ‘That’s why people become monks, because they get sick of being around doomed reality all the time’. — Joy Williams, ‘The Last Generation’
Untitled ‘Mathematical models are, after all, bricolage constructions inscribed with curdled utopias, with arms and with rights – so many scraps of social history.’ — Alice Bamford and Donald MacKenzie, ‘Counterperformativity’, New Left Review 113
Untitled ‘I like the cranes, they’ve got a kind look. You look out of your window and look up at the sky and there they are, all yellow and orange like some great big giraffe or something, moving about up there, and all the red and yellow clay down below and the grey huts and the… Continue reading Untitled
Untitled ‘In the world of nonentity, metaphor too has lost its rights!’ Franz Mehring, ‘Karl Marx and Metaphor’
Untitled ‘This endless faith in rims, edges, cutting points and the loyalty of objects.’ Aase Berg, ‘On the Edge Between Discs of How Things Really Work’
Untitled You were told not to go into the basement of the sanatorium, and this is why. You are not supposed to see these great beasts chained up like this, looking at you so sad, energies being siphoned from them.
Untitled ‘We went to the bathing pool. Someone had recently dived and the board was still quivering.’ Barbara Comyns, Our Spoons Came From Woolworths