There is a time for reciting poems and a time for fists.
Some one said: ‘The dead writers are remote from us because we know so much more than they did.’ Precisely, and they are that which we know.
I prayed to rediscover my childhood, and it has come back, and I feel that it is just as difficult as it used to be, and that growing older has served no purpose at all.
Look around you. Everyone seems to have one foot in the air. One would think that we are all in transit. No one has a fixed sphere of existence; there are no proper habits, no rules that govern anything. We do not even have homes; there is nothing to tie us down, nothing that arouses our sympathies and affections, nothing enduring, nothing lasting. Everything passes, flows away, leaving no trace either outside or within us. In our homes, we are like guests; to our families, we are like strangers; and in our cities we seem like nomads, more so than those who wander our steppes, for they are more attached to their deserts than we are to our towns…
All light has passed over into the thin flame of the eye, which now flickers around solid objects and, in so doing, establishes their place and form. Rational discourse is based less on the geometry of light than on the insistent, impenetrable density of the object, for prior to all knowledge, the source, the domain, and the boundaries of experience can be found in its dark presence.
A letter doesn’t communicate by words alone. A letter, just like a book, can be read by smelling it, touching it and fondling it. Thereby, intelligent folk will say, ‘Go on then, read what the letter tells you!’ whereas the dull-witted will say, ‘Go on then, read what he’s written!’
I just think a lot of people back home, maybe here as well, just seem to be turned off. They just seem to be not conscious of a lot of things. Maybe it has always been like that though, I don’t know. You go to work, you do your robot bit for the day, you come home and turn the TV on and hypnotize yourself for four, five, six hours, and you go to bed and get up and do the same thing. It’s just a crazy world, that’s all, it’s crazy and I don’t understand it. I don’t understand it, I’m just aware of it, that’s all. I guess what’s happening in other parts of the world has to come to your part of the world before you start to wake up.
The past is a foreign country: they do things differently there.