"the role of literature … is to extend our sympathies; to educate the heart and mind; to create inwardness; to secure and deepen the awareness (with all its consequences) that other people, people different from us, really do exist."
Susan Sontag (p. 177)
He said, “You know how when a couple have a baby, they have to get up in the middle of the night because the baby cries?”
"Well couples who have just had babies still have sex, right?"
"So if the baby starts crying in the middle of them having sex, do they have to stop and see to the baby? Because, I mean, I was thinking… Did my father ever cradle me with an erection?"#archive #writing #pornography
I read the term “fictional genres” and did not think of “genres in which fiction is written” but “genres that do not exist”. the world has become uncertain#archive #fragment
Not shouting, but saying quite loudly and with an audible note of panic, “I do not know how to use a shelf!”#this is what drink gets you #fragment
But I haven’t wanted to write so much recently because for the first in a while I find that I am not in love, and while others may have many reasons for writing, for me it was always about showing off, not to the world but to one particular person. I treat a piece of writing as a cat treats a bird, hunting the creature for hours, chasing it up trees, even risking my life for it, then delivering it to my beloved in the expectation of them gazing at it in wonder and locking it in their heart (think of the disappointment when they scrape it off the floor and throw it in the bin, but at least they noticed it, at least they noticed it). And now I am not in love, I have no need to write. I am neither masochist nor sadist: I don’t want to torture myself with the agony of it, and I don’t want to kill birds for fun.#fragment #draft #and not a word of it true #contradiction
Robert Gober, Untitled (Leg), 1989-90
"…the more you empathize with something the more you don’t see it for what it is because you see it as you." —Mike Kelley#mike kelley #robert gober