i always struggle to answer the question, “what kind of books do you read?” like. how am i supposed to answer that..? stream-of-consciousness? classic literary fiction? metaphysical and bleak philosophy?
“A blow antilogical, antiphilosopical, antiintelectual, antidialectical of language supported by my black crayon and that’s all.”
“You will see my present body burst into fragments and remake itself under ten thousand notorious aspects, a new body where you will never forget me.”
authors i want to read before the year is over:
- Robert Musil
- Isabelle Nicou
- Vladimir Mayakovsky
- All Maurice Blanchot opuses
- Anna Akhmatova
- Marina Tsvetaeva
- William H Gass
- Julien Gracq
- Curzio Malaparte
- Lautreamont
- Paul Celan
- Tiqqun
- Gaston Bachelard
Authors I want to read before the year is over:
•Pramoedya Ananta Toer
•Fernanda Melchor
•Charles Ferdinand Ramuz
•Selva Almada
•Emile Zola
•Can Xue
•Orhan Pamuk
•Hiromi Kawakami
still reading but im utterly convinced this is by far my favorite “questions after questions” literary criticism with spices of stream-of-consciousness laced in every of its prose.
back then i asked my date, “what do you think soulmate is?” bcs for me soulmate means a grandeur, out of reach thing – one in a billion kind of entanglement of two intertwined souls, being understood completely. but then he said, “oh it’s when they finish each other’s sentences”.
my beloved soulmate just bought springtime in a park perfume from margiela. it has blossom and fruity notes, just like her favorite song that is also called blossom. the perfume's provenance and period is from shanghai, 2020. the exact same year we met, exact place where i was at
this year i shall finish volume 4 in search of lost time proust, reread beckett's trilogy, finish all blanchot's opuses as well as my lispector's too much of life and watch all akerman's, deren's, martel's movies..............
the cover is actually a painting called The Yellow Scale (1907) by František Kupka. here are other four of my favorite paintings of his:
The Waves (1902)
Mme Kupka Among Verticals (1911)
Replica of Fugue in Two Colors: Amorpha, 1912 (1946)
Irregular Forms: Creation (1911)
yesterday i influenced a phd gym bro dude to buy lispector and he actually did :)) knowing i rambled so much about books he actually brought me to bookstore and literally listening to every of my rants about authors and books, such a nice gesture
my beloved soulmate just bought springtime in a park perfume from margiela. it has blossom and fruity notes, just like her favorite song that is also called blossom. the perfume's provenance and period is from shanghai, 2020. the exact same year we met, exact place where i was at
finished the book of disquiet by pessoa and im now filled with inexplicable profound sadness, not because of its melancholic and existential musings of life and human condition, but because it has finally ended and it cant be my ultimate travel book anymore.
a definitive of lows, but also a commandment of highs, loosening;🕷; new-formed threads, sentimental listens, silence, moment of pauses, rough burst of noises: last december listen in this compact, puny topster 🎧
No cheating - your Quietus style Bakers Dozen. 13 albums (off the top of your head) to know you by. Not looking for a perfect list, looking for a list that you instantly regret posting because you then remember something else.
the beauty of ambient / drone / harsh noise music is that it relies heavily on the moment of contemplation. the repetitive style cancels the nuance of its similarity: you have to stop and ponder for a while in order to immerse yourself in realm of its otherworldly details.
i cant ever fathom the idea of “former” or “ex”, for how could we easily discard the thread of memories, experiences, shades of life spent and forged with them? they merely left as a lesson, a past experience, but never a stranger
Clarice Lispector! in picture doesn’t include recent buys like Too Much of Life, The Foreign Legion, The Chandelier, The Besieged City, and Daydream and Drunkenness of a Young Lady! (unintentionally slipped a Pessoa in)
Completists among you: which author (or authors) do you own every book they ever wrote (or have written to date)? Bragging permitted, but pictures please!