When I’m writing, sometimes it gets to that place where I feel like the piece is writing itself and I’m trying not to get in the way.
“There is a fullness and calmness there which can come only from knowing pain.”
(Dan Simmons, Hyperion) “I took inspiration from Andy Warhol‘s “Empire,” his “unwatchable” 24-hour film of the Empire State Building. Similarly, imagine a book that is written with the intention not to be read. The book as object: conceptual writing; we’re happy that the idea exists without ever having to open the book.” (UNCREATIVITY AS A CREATIVE PRACTICE)
“The world is full of objects, more or less interesting; I do not wish to add any more.”
(Kenneth Goldsmith, Uncreative Writing: Managing Language in the Digital Age)
Chocolate and Dostoevsky, for my dinner, Sachertorte for Fyodor, poor folk, poor idiot.
I’m a total idiot, I’m eating the essayst, I’m writing the cake, I’m your crime, I’m your jam, I’m your dandy.
I have Nastenka in my blood, I’m the solid section, you are the dreamer, Fyodor is the land of loneliness, the cream of the human kind, the biologic hammer of love of vermins of seeds of Plato’s Cave armpit .
“Oh gore of the bloody white night, transmigrate me in the jam tower of the Demons
Take me to the Irrational Man and kill the gothic fiction of the apricoat dandy”