We get on the bandwagon in all sorts of ways – you know minor ways and major ways – like what you’ve just encountered which isn’t censorship exactly, it was something sort of uglier in a way.
All memory can do is scream for touch.
I’m what happens after death, which is writing.
Culture is that which falsifies.
On the surface we all act like we all love each other and we’re free and easy, and actually we’re far more moralistic than any other society I’ve ever lived in.
First of all, writing at best – certainly fiction writing – more and more I think is magic.
Literature is that which denounces and slashes apart the repressing machine at the level of the signified.
It’s all up to you, girls. You have to be strong. These are the days of post-women’s liberation. You have grown up by now and you have to take care of yourself. No one’s going to help you.
I find waiting unbearable because it makes me passive and negates me. I hate being nothing.
Well, fear and homophobia are both pervasive.
I understand that postmodern literature probably means people like DeLillo, The Fiction Collective, but I don’t get it that those writers are really influenced by postmodern theorists.
I wasn’t really into body piercings until I found that about half my female students had them.
Whereas the slums in Hamburg are the slums of its sailors, Berlin is a big slum.
After Hatuey, a fifteenth-century Indian insurrectionist, had been fixed to the stake, his Spanish captors extended him the choice of converting to Christianity and ascending to Heaven of going unrepentantly to Hell. Gathering that his executioners expected to go to heaven, Hatuey chose the other.
Murder is a dream because lack is the center of both.
Thats what the right-wing is good at: figuring out the left wing.
Yeah, I mean, I put work out there for people to use and I’m grateful when you use it.
The only reaction against an unbearable society is equally unbearable nonsense.
I think the best thing in cases of censorship or things like this is to get as much media as possible.
Death is another bar which lies several steps below the normal world. I’m at its threshold, but not yet in it. Its doorway is doorless.