Students of the Al Azhar college. Jakarta. Indonesia (1989)
|Sabato:||Borges, what do you think about God?|
|Borges:||I think He is the greatest invention of fantasy literature.|
|Sabato:||But tell me, if you think God is an invention, why do you write so many theological stories?|
|Borges:||Because I think theology, as fantasy literature, is the perfection of the genre.|
— Adam Phillips, 1994 (via alterities)
— Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea (via writingwillows)
Evening on Karl Johan Street by Edvard Munch (1892)
Consciousness observes and is appeased.
The soul scrambles across the screes.
like the square root of minus 1,
is an impossibility that has its uses.
— from Imaginary Number, Vijay Sesahdri (via viperslang)
— Christian Bök | Eunoia (Chapter I ) (via dialoghost)
Argentinian Surrealist painter, Leonor Fini | Cérémonie | 1960.
"Even though I’m world-famous and widely written about, and people are immensely nice to me, the only thing that meant anything to me when I was working was the work. The work had to be meaningful to those who were carrying it out, and it had to be alive. That’s the only thing I was afraid of—God knows, I was dead scared of it—that my ability to make things come alive and be effective would be taken away from me or that I might lose it, that suddenly I wouldn’t know how to do it, or perhaps worse, that I would be left with people doing what I said only out of politeness. You know, I never had so many nightmares during my life, but I did have one recurring bad dream: of myself, doing things that were stone-cold dead. The idea that I could no longer put any life into what I was doing—that was what terrorized me.”
-Ingmar Bergman, in a conversation