“I brush my teeth, wash my face, arms, neck, ears. Every day I go
down to the post office. Every day I masturbate. I devote a large
part of the morning to cooking food for the rest of the day. I kill
time sitting, flipping through magazines. I try, over repeated
cups of coffee, to convince myself that I´m in love, but the lack
of tenderness------of a certain kind of tenderness------suggests the
contrary. Sometimes I think I´m living somewhere else.”
Tres, Roberto Bolaño, page 47.
Kurt Vonnegut, interviewed by David Hayman
"I grew up in a house crammed with books. But I never had to read a book for academic credit, never had to write a paper about it, never had to prove I’d understood it in a seminar. I am a hopelessly clumsy discusser of books. My experience is nil."
"If you make people laugh or cry about little black marks on sheets of white paper, what is that but a practical joke? All the great story lines are great practical jokes that people fall for over and over again."
Kurt Vonnegut
"If you make people laugh or cry about little black marks on sheets of white paper, what is that but a practical joke? All the great story lines are great practical jokes that people fall for over and over again."
Kurt Vonnegut
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Alfred Kazin: An interview
“As much as I love New York, and as much as I love living here, there is a lost New York for me -- the buildings, the stores, the people, all the things that have gone. There is a lost New York -- I don't know, I'm not going to pretend that I'm a Pollyana about it, saying, "Everything's going to be okay." I'm not at all sure about that, but each of us has a lost New York in his own heart and Fitzgerald expressed that about that particular period.”
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An Interview with legally blind photographer Flo Flox
“In 1976, Playboy got in touch with me and asked me to do a series on my own sexual fantasies. I decided to do a self-portrait acting out what was my fantasy at the time: One woman undressing and touching herself in front of a mirror while two men approach her, one wearing a black robe, the other a white robe. Good and evil. Finally, she is left standing alone in front of the mirror, wondering if the men were really there or if it was just her fantasy. I thought it was a good metaphor about her knowing who she was. Actually, at the time I was already becoming disabled, but I was stepping on a rubber squeeze ball and used a timer to take the shots.”
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picture by Flo Fox
An Interview with Forrest Gander
“Are poets self-mythologizing? Everyone is self-mythologizing, poets no more than the rest. When you get to the point where you trade your life in for your myth, though, that's the moment of tragedy.”
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