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“Coherence,” says Lispector, “I don’t want it any more. Coherence is mutilation. I want disorder.”
In today’s roundup: mourning Denis Johnson, understanding the appeal of pessimistic literature, and more.
My chief occupation for the past six summers has been as a fire lookout in the Black Range District of the Gila National Forest in New Mexico. For ten of every fourteen days I sit and watch for smoke from a mountain ten-thousand feet high.
“The short story seems to me the most difficult and disciplining form of prose writing extant.”
Are snails capable of saying, “I am putting my life on hold”? Do they ever differentiate between waking and resting, or wish that time passed differently?
John Ashbery Made a few collages in the 1940s while he was a student at Harvard. He made several more in the 1970s. Some of those were lost and then, years later, found in a shoebox. Others were thrown out.
what shape should I file my nails I wonder / / follow shape of moon usually best / / once I did them square / / lean forward please / / big mistake / / in basin please
It was growing dark outside, and the rain against the salon’s big windows looked like ink running down a page. The traffic crawled along the blackened road beyond.