Så artig at du er i Montreal. Håper du tar deg en "fjelltur", nyter jazzfestivalen i sommer (masse gratiskonserter) og tar en rusletur i mitt gamle nabolag Westmount.
Min daglige spasertur svingte som regel innom "antikvariatdelen" av Rue Ste. Catherine Ouest, men de fleste av disse butikkene hører kun fortiden og minnene til, dessverre. :(
A spinster and a virgin all her years, she had always had a horrible fear that, somehow, some day, some man would see her body. As she grew older her thoughts had been more and more preoccupied with death, and with her morbid shame lest someone see her in the state of nature after she was dead. For this reason she had a horror of undertakers, and had her brother Mark, and his wife, Mag, solemnly promise that no man would see her unclothed corpse.......
Before my wife turned vegetarin, I'd always thought of her as completely unremarkable in every way.
Literature is the only chance for a true liar to attain any sort of social acceptance.
My Life Has Been the Poem
My life has been the poem I would have writ,
But I could not both live and utter it.
On the World
The world's an inn; and I her guest.
I eat; I drink; I take my rest.
My hostess, nature, does deny me
Nothing, wherewith she can supply me;
Where, having stayed a while, I pay
Her lavish bills, and go my way.
Det gjorde jeg - uhyggelig hyggelig påskekrim. :)
"In London November isn't a month," he said, "it's a state of mind."
Takk for en fin omtale som førte til at"Disclaimer" nå er lastet ned på Kindle - og at påskens krimbok er i boks. :))
A Book
He ate and drank the precious words,
His spirit grew robust;
He knew no more that he was poor,
Nor that his frame was dust.
He danced along the dingy days,
And this bequest of wings
Was but a book. What liberty
A loosened spirit brings!
The Mystery of Pain.
Pain has an element of blank;
It cannot recollect
When it began, or if there were
A day when it was not.
It has no future but itself,
Its infinite realms contain
Its past, enlightened to perceive
New periods of pain.
"Pop Art is neither abstract nor realistic," said Alloway, "though it has contacts in both directions. The core of Pop Art is neither frontier; it is, essentially, an art about signs and sign systems."
The Pop Art era is usually dated from the first one-man show of Jasper Johns at the Leo Castelli Gallery, January 20 to February 8, 1958, with paintings of American flags, letters of the alphabet, rows of numbers, and archery targets.
Nothing is more bourgeois than to be afraid to look bourgeois.
- Andy Warhol.
The artist's payoff in this ritual is obvious enough. He stands to gain precisely what Freud says are the goals of the artist: fame, money, and beautiful lovers. But what about le monde, the culturati, the social members of the act? What's in it for them? Part of their reward is the ancient and semi-sacred status of Benefactor of the Arts. The arts have always been a doorway into Society and in the largest cities today the arts - the museum boards, arts councils, fund drives, openings, parties, committee meetings - have completely replaced the churches in this respect.
I helga skal jeg forhåpentligvis slappe av med Minette Walter's siste bok "The Cellar". Det er årevis siden jeg leste noe av henne, og årevis siden hun ga ut noe nytt, så dette kan bli spennende.
Flytting medfører endel arbeid, men du verden så godt det er å komme "i orden" igjen. Alt på stell, gammelt skrot er kastet og man sitter igjen med de tingene og bøkene man setter mest pris på.
Måtte ditt nye bosted bekomme deg vel! :)
Negativ mystikk
Det finst, kanskje er det og det viktigaste, som det er best at ein teier om, noko som lett blir feil og noko anna enn det er dersom ein seier det, kanskje går det til og med så gale at det, når det blir freista sagt, blir til noko som utelukkar det ein visste i det usagde. Det ein ikkje kan seia, skal ein teie om, sa Wittgenstein. Medan Derrida seier at det ein ikkje kan seia, skal ein skriva. Eg forstår, på min måte, kva dei begge meiner.
Når ein engel går gjennom scenen og andre essay av Jon Fosse
'Passionate hatred can give meaning and purpose to an empty life.'
- Eric Hoffer
Muna's fortunes changed for the better on the day that Mr and Mrs Songoli's younger son failed to come home from school. Not immediately. Immediately, she felt great fear as Yetunde Songoli wailed and screamed and beat her with a rod because the ten-year-old wasn't in his room. It was Mr Songoli who put a stop to the punishment. Be sensible, he ordered his wife. The police will ask guestions if they see bruises on her arms.
Nasjonalbibliotek og ryddesjau.
Jeg kaster ofte papirbøker fra mitt eget bibliotek, men "Norges nasjonalskatter på papir" som bor på offentlige bibliotek stiller i en annen klasse, tenker jeg.