“Nobody ever says I am your prisoner without believing somehow in clemency, in mercy or in short memories, it is not something said by battered wives or people held in unnumbered rooms or children with cigarette burns.” – Paulette Jiles, “The James Poems”
Category: Lit & Crit
“WANTED POSTER – Jesse Woodson James: five feet eleven inches tall, brown hair, regulation killer-blue eyes. In photographs appears to be considering shooting the photographer. Does not test out well. Approaches casual strangers in an intimate way and interferes massively in their private lives. Is trapped in the dead hole and neither moves nor changes. Steals horses. Inhabits a discolored landscape through which only one, treacherous path is known to pass. Has the appearance of many ballistics with a flat trajectory. This man is occupied by an army of scars, tip of middle finger left hand missing, and one large scar on chest which oft has spoken with bloody lips. Is always breaking out afresh. Cultivates a desperado aura and can most often be seen in the penny dreadfuls, spotted regularly in novels, poems, ballads, and folktales. Men claiming to be James can be differentiated from him in that they pose willingly in front of cameras, they make political speeches. These people are not the genuine article and are confused. Jess James was never confused about anything in his life, which will last exactly thirty-seven years, five months, three days, fourteen hours, and ten minutes.” – Paulette Jiles, “The James Poems”
“Wives live in a different country, a country of women without civil wars, or trains, or motivations. They arrive with bandages.” – Paulette Jiles, “The James Poems”
“Anybody who wanders around the world saying, ‘Yes, I’m from Texas,’ deserves whatever happens to him.” – Hunter S. Thompson, “The Kentucky Derby Is Decadent and Depraved”
“Teeth outlast everything. Death is nothing to a tooth. Hundreds of years in acidic soil just keeps a tooth clean. A fire that burns away hair and flesh and even bone leaves teeth dazzling like daisies in the ashes. Life is what destroys teeth. Undiluted apple juice in a baby bottle, sourballs, the pH balance of drinking water, tetracycline, sand in your bread if you were in the Roman army, biting seal-gut thread if you are an Eskimo woman, playing the trumpet, pulling your own teeth with a pliers.” – Jane Smiley, “The Age of Grief”
“Take the happiest man, the one most envied by the world, and in nine cases out of ten his
inmost consciousness is one of failure. Either his ideals in the line of his achievements are pitched far higher than the achievements themselves, or else he has secret ideals of which the world knows nothing, and in regard to which he inwardly knows himself to be found wanting.” – William James, The Varieties of Religious Experience
“Alcibiades. He was the Golden Boy of 4th century Athenian culture. Pericles was his guardian, Plato his teacher. A fine athlete, a brilliant general, handsome, marvelously intelligent, popular, everything. A summation of the Golden Age. And what happened? He went bad. He was vain, treacherous, selfish, sacrilegious, debauched, dishonest, and a traitor twice over. His aid to the enemy during the Syracuse campaign destroyed Athens. Just about the finest product of the most notable civilization man has accomplished, and it turned out like that. This haunts me.” – Jack Gilbert (interviewed by Gordon Lish in Genesis West, Issue #1, 1962)
“I’ll tell you, it’s much easier to say why a poorly written story is bad than why a really good story is good.” – Mikhail Iossel, Love Like Water, Love Like Fire
“When you’re young, you think there’ll be plenty of time for everything in your life: counting all the grains of sand in the Sahara Desert, seeing all the people in the world, becoming greater than Jesus and Lenin and Lomonosov and Pushkin and Einstein all rolled into one, reuniting at some point with everyone you’ve met once in your life, befriending every man, falling in love with every woman. . . . Life is a process of gradually coming to terms with the meaning and the very concept of neverness. Never—well, so be it. Quoth the raven: Oh well, them’s the breaks. Get used to it. Get over it. Life is a perishable proposition of rapidly diminishing returns. You could’ve become this or that; you could’ve been here and there and everywhere; but that didn’t happen—and well, so be it. There won’t be, in the end of your life, a joyous, transcendentally meaningful regathering of everyone you’ve ever met on your path, with stories shared and wine flowing and laughter lilting and happiness abounding and life never-ending—well, so be it.” – Mikhail Iossel, “Life: How Was It?”
“Life passes very quickly. One day, it feels like it is still too early to tell your loved ones you love them, and then, before you know it, it is already too late.” – Mikhail Iossel, “First Death”
“Speech conquers thought, but writing commands it.” Walter Benjamin, “The Writer’s Technique in Thirteen Theses”
“Neurology takes a positive view toward god and prayer. And relinquishing, which is what god and prayer is about. It is always turning your will over to a higher power and letting the will of the world and not your extraordinary manipulations lead you to your desired result. I always say that, it is my constant prayer: god, if you are out there, watch over me and your will, not mine, be done. That is what will happen anyway, but I pray for release from the dreadful fight.” – Elizabeth Wurtzel (quoted by Garance Franke-Ruta in GEN, January 8, 2020)
“I am the thing I forgot to do.” – Elizabeth Wurtzel, “I Believe in Love”
“The only antidote to panic phenomenologically, the only cure, is love — not romantic love or erotic love (though encompassing these sometimes), but selfless, unequivocal love. The sole basis of faith to live in a universe of hemorrhaging stars, predatory demons, occupying armies, and inevitable loss and grief is connection to other human beings, real connection. Otherwise, life is a march of zombies.” – Robert Grossinger, “A Phenomenology of Panic”
“You canʼt just write by spilling the words on the page. You have to arrange them. And you have to arrange them not only in terms of one another, but with the sentences that came before, and the sentences you havenʼt written yet. They have a demand.” – William H. Gass (interviewed by Greg Gerke in Tin House, Issue #54, 2012)
“Too many writers write about their lives. Itʼs easier, and itʼs seductive, and it can be catastrophic. ‘It happened to me, and therefore it must be interesting.’ You know, thatʼs sort of awful.” – William H. Gass (interviewed by Greg Gerke in Tin House, Issue #54, 2012)
“It’s a favorite myth in our culture that hardship makes you a better person, that it is merely the grindstone on which your essence is refined and polished. But the truth is that scarcity, depression, thwarted ambition, and suffering most often leaves the person a little twisted. That is the territory where mean drunks and tyrannical bastards come from.” – Jessa Crispin, “Talking to the Dead: Channeling William James in Berlin”
“Let’s say, for a moment, that the character of a city has an effect on its inhabitants, and that it sets the frequency on which it calls out to the migratory. People who are tuned a certain way will heed the call almost without knowing why. Thinking that they’ve chosen this city, they’ll never know that the city chose them. Let’s say, for a moment, that the literal situation of a city can leak out into the metaphorical realm. That the city is the vessel and we are all merely beings of differing viscosity, slowly taking on the shape of that into which we are poured.” – Jessa Crispin, “Talking to the Dead: Channeling William James in Berlin”
“I don’t see how people don’t write about sex. And also, when are you not writing about sex?” — Eileen Myles (quoted by Jen Graves in “Slog,” November 16, 2012)
“running and fucking
help clear the head
if only I could
fuck and run forever”
— Dan Grace, “The Solution to All Our Ills”
“Primitive – and not so primitive – peoples commonly attempt to bargain with nature,
through prayer, through sacrifice or through ritual persuasion. In doing so they are explicitly adopting a social model, expecting nature to participate in a transaction. But nature will not transact with men; she goes her own way regardless – while her would-be interlocutors feel grateful or feel slighted as the case befits.” – Nicholas Humphrey, “The social function of intellect” (emphasis in original)
“It is only through staking one’s life that freedom is won.” – Georg Wilhelm Friedrich Hegel, The Phenomenology of Spirit (trans. A. V. Miller)
“What makes robbers bold but too much lenity?” – William Shakespeare, King Henry VI. Third Part
“If you don’t know where you’re going, any road will take you there.” – George Harrison, “Any Road”
“The pretzel is said to have been invented almost fourteen hundred years ago in a monastery in southern France where a monk frugally twisted leftover scraps of dough into a shape like that of arms folded in prayer, with the three openings representing the Trinity.” – James and Kay Salter, Life Is Meals
“The result of planting apple seeds is a series of trees whose fruit is unpredictable.” – James and Kay Salter, Life Is Meals
“What do you want to see come into the world? How can you bring it into the world today, even just a little bit?” — Bud Smith, “Four Memories of Giancarlo DiTrapano”
“Life doesn’t go on. It goes nowhere except away. Death goes on. Going on is what death does for a living. The secret to surviving in the universe is to be dead.” – Peter Schjeldahl, “The Art of Dying”
“Writers can be only so conscientious about truth before becoming paralyzed.” – Peter Schjeldahl, “The Art of Dying”
“Writing is hard, or everyone would do it.” – Peter Schjeldahl, “The Art of Dying”