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.
First thoughts upon waking up this morning: Frank Sobotka working a shift on someone else's union card, Frank Sobotka turning up in the harbor.
No significant thoughts followed - just a feeling of unease.
'mock mockers after that'
'At the same time, another force prowls the edge of the field, bitterly observing that a table is that which supports a meal, a text one is reading, and the lamp one reads it by; that people have been born, have fucked, and have been laid out to die on tables; and that this observation makes the very use of the example appear silly, and the contention of the two schools seems as frighteningly frivolous as a formal tea party going on while the enemy mines the garden and the servants sell the house itself, piece by piece.'
'every work of art is an uncommitted crime'
'I need no gravestone, but
If you need one for me
I would like it to bear these words:
He made suggestions. We
Carried them out.
Such an inscription would
Honour us all.'
To do: develop syllabus of turn-of-the-20th-c. readings to help fill in the background for Against the Day.
I still can't stand that Bodie got capped.
u no hana month
end of the year