Marvelling that any came alive
Out of the shambles that men built
And smashed, to cleanse the world of guilt.

Siegfried Sassoon, “Song-Books of the War”

…Next: a chorus. A stadium
radiant with kliegs. Two more figures
in the same field, like plastic cake toppers.
Eyes closed, ears stopped to all but their
voices. They lay out my choices. One’s called
Call. One’s called Response.

When I say Marriage
you say Run!
Marriage! Run!
Marriage! Run!

Kathleen Rooney, prologue to Oneiromance (an epithalamion)

I’m finishing up a collection of short stories. They are all linked by the fact that I wrote them. That’s the gimmick, the hook.

Sam Lipsyte : The New Yorker (via peterwknox

Best possible gimmick. 

(via mcnallyjackson)

“Human figure” (kneeling variant)

Samurai helmet

(A rather festive) prawn.

Every really German writer must analyze not so much his characters as himself, before the public. The Russian writers are great analyzers, but of their characters, not of themselves; and a certain shame which is, perhaps, a false shame, keeps English writers of any national tradition at all from putting the inner side of their personalities before the public. In America the practice of public self-analysis, particularly in novels, has of late years become relatively common. But that mostly with the Middle Western school of novelists who are more strongly under Teutonic and Nordic influence than those of other regions of the United States.

Ford Madox Ford, The March of Literature

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Little, Brown and Company Spring/Summer ’12: THIS BRIGHT RIVER

The web of the hypocrisy of to-day hangs on the frontiers of two domains, between which our time swings back and forth, attaching its fine threads of deception and self-deception. No longer vigorous enough to serve morality without doubt or weakening, not yet reckless enough to live wholly to egoism, it trembles now toward the one and now toward the other in the spider-web of hypocrisy, and, crippled by the curse of halfness, catches only miserable, stupid flies.

Max Stirner, The Ego and His Own