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Ordinary language is all right.

One could divide humanity into two classes:
those who master a metaphor, and those who hold by a formula.
Those with a bent for both are too few, they do not comprise a class.

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2 Feb '09 12:04:51 AM

'I find fault only with the preface. In my opinion, it spoils your book, which is so impartial and so lofty. You give away your secret: that is carrying candor too far; and you express your opinion, something which in my poetics a novelist hasn't the right to do.'

30 Jan '09 08:39:08 AM

Ten Years of Freaky Trigger!

28 Jan '09 07:50:13 AM

'- The great misfortune of my life was never to have an aim -.'

23 Jan '09 08:16:25 AM

"Getting Behind the Word: Creeley's Typography", with fascinating details about how Creeley's books were initially published.

23 Jan '09 08:10:30 AM

Creeley's "So There" in manuscript.

21 Jan '09 01:56:11 AM

'I shine cause I grind / ain't gotta steal or rob'

16 Jan '09 08:22:26 AM

A couple of annotations to Berlin Alexanderplatz at languagehat.

16 Jan '09 07:34:01 AM

'In 1834, he complained that newspaper writers were encouraged to be irresponsible because they wrote anonymously, but the intensity of his statement of this problem recalls his father's earlier complaints about his son's insensibility: "A newspaper-writer nobody knows; nobody thinks about him, or inquires who he is; nobody remembers to-day what he wrote yesterday, nor will remember to-morrow what he may choose to write to-day" (6:183). The anonymous writer simply does not exist; he might as well be the figment of some editorial imagination. For this reason, Mill was one of the first to support the idea of signing one's contributions to the periodical press.'

15 Jan '09 10:53:39 AM

'Let each of us examine his thoughts; he will find them wholly concerned with the past or the future. We almost never think of the present, and if we do think of it, it is only to see what light it throws on our plans for the future. The present is never our end. The past and the present are our means, the future alone our end. Thus we never actually live, but hope to live, and since we are always planning how to be happy, it is inevitable that it should never be so.'