assemblage

An assemblage of Arts & Culture focused on New York & London.
Assembled by Megan N. Liberty

“But my research had taught me that the tissue of contradictions that was my personality was itself, at best, a poem, where ‘poem’ is understood as referring to a failure of language to be equal to the possibilities it figures…”

—   Ben Lerner, Leaving the Atocha Station

“[W]e identify our secrets, our pasts and their blotches, with our identity, that revealing our habits or losses or deeds somehow makes one less of oneself. But it’s just the opposite, more is more is more — more bleeding, more giving. These things, details, stories, whatever, are like the skin shed by snakes, who leave theirs for anyone to see.”

—   Dave Eggers, A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius
"The air is like being wanted, we say, and they nod approvingly. The air is like getting older, they say, and they smile their big fish smiles."
Dave Eggers, “What the Water Feels like to the Fishes” in Short Short Stories

“Nobody ever achieved anything except in small steps, one after another.”

—   John-Paul Flintoff, How to Change the World (via picadorbookroom)

“Every single thing, once he tried to dislodge it from its place in his mind, he found thus cumbered with other matter like the lump of glass which, after a year at the bottom of the sea, is grown about with bones and dragon-flies, and coins and the tresses of drowned women.”

—   Virginia Woolf, Orlando

“Keepers of private notebooks are a different breed altogether, lonely and resistant rearrangers of things, anxious malcontents, children afflicted apparently at birth with some presentiment of loss.”

—   Joan Didon, On Keeping a Notebook
http://www.ranablog.com/pdfs/didion.pdf

“Let them think what they liked, but I didn’t mean to drown myself. I meant to swim till I sank — but that’s not the same thing.”

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Joseph Conrad

(Michael Chabon’s Wonder Boys epigraph)

“I have always possessed a kind of knapsack, if nothing more than a piece of cloth or skin tied in a knot. My sack, worthy companion, produces, when opened, a world defined by its contents — fluxion, unique, beloved.”

—   Patti Smith, “Indian Rubies,” Woolgathering
picadorbookroom:

“In “life” I don’t want to be reduced to my work.  In “work” I don’t want to be reduced to my life.my work is too austere my life is a brutal anecdote.”
From As Consciousness is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks, 1964-1980, by Susan Sontag. Farrar, Straus & Giroux, p. 357. This quote is from 1973.

picadorbookroom:

“In “life” I don’t want to be reduced to my work.  In “work” I don’t want to be reduced to my life.
my work is too austere
my life is a brutal anecdote.”

From As Consciousness is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks, 1964-1980, by Susan Sontag. Farrar, Straus & Giroux, p. 357. This quote is from 1973.

“Despite its utility, language defies categorical statements, and this slipperiness makes it beautiful, like an old friend you never tire of talking to.”

—   Graham Meyer, Let’s Eat Grammar, MoMA catalog for Ecstatic Alphabets/Heaps of Language

“I dream. Sometimes I think that’s the only right thing to do.”

—   Haruki Murakami, “Sputnik Sweetheart” (via deluminary)

(Source: handsomeherbivore)