Protected: Notes for a Case Study: On the Archetype of the Storyteller/Poet, pt. 1

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The grace that beckons and the joy that kills: on Confessions, Part 2.

This piece should form the pendant to the previous post, in which I attempted to lay out a narratological reading strategy for showing romantic interest. As a brief side-note, those who’ve read the blog thoroughly are aware that the basic formula of my entries is a fluctuation between mawkish/bathetic confessions and obscure theoretical analyses of these [...]

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On being awake late and sober and reading Genet

The mere appearance of things must have caused me that anxiety which at first was born of fear. Then the anxiety disappeared. I felt I was perceiving things with blinding lucidity. Even the most trivial of them had lost their usual meaning, and I reached the point of wondering whether it was true that one [...]

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Anguish I have not come to tame your body, Beast holding a people’s sins, or plough sad thunder tonight into your filthy tresses under the fatal tedium my kiss released: I want deep, dreamless slumber from your bed; within remorse’s unknown drapes it flies, and you can taste it after your dark lies, you who [...]

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On Prominently Displaying Covers

Das vollkommene Weib begeht Litteratur, wie es eine kleine Sünde begeht: zum Versuch, im Vorübergehn, sich umblickend, ob es jemand bemerkt und dass es Jemand bemerkt. You got me there, Nietzsche.

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The grace that beckons and the joy that kills: on Confessions, Part 1

First, I would like to marshal an army of quotes, pulled from various sources (perhaps too broad to have any sort of pretense to rigour, but this is, after all, a blog). I hope that the theme becomes clear; in any event, to offer a sort of guiding thread, what I’m interested in discussing is [...]

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Haters gon’ hate

And now for some fan feedback on the blog. Diana from Oregon writes: You are so arrogant its heartbreaking. Just goes to show you – you can travel all the way around the world and still come home without a set of manners. Edit: it appears I may have jumped the gun. After talking further [...]

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Letters home.

Dear Mother: I have written this to tell you my worrying secret. Now don’t cry when you read it because it is neither yours nor my fault. I suppose I will have to tell it now without any nonsense. To begin with I was not meant to be an athlet [sic]. I was meant to [...]

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Protected: Fallbericht: Schachmatt

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Something Borrowed, Something New

Und als ich die deutsche Sprache vernahm Da ward mir seltsam zumute; Ich meinte nicht anders, als ob das Herz Recht angenehm verblute. Ach, Heine! The basis for this reflection was a short Borges poem courtesy of Shou: “To The German Language”. In it, Borges meditates on his relationship to the various languages in his life, [...]

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