This tumblr is mainly a commonplace book.
You’ve also written that you scorn a person who has no taste for music.
I’ll tell you, I never wanted to meet André Breton. Because Breton was totally impervious to music and to Dostoyevsky.
Yes, you wrote that but without any name!
I would have conceded one of the two, but both of them, that’s unpardonable. It doesn’t matter what he might have done, why meet him?
You’ve said that you also read a lot of poetry in your youth.
That was after. It was, if you like, the disappointment of philosophy that made me turn to literature. To tell the truth, it’s from that point on I realized that Dostoyevsky...”
You’ve expressed various times in your books your interest in biographies.
Above all, I like to see how people end. When you read about someone’s life, anyone, you see what illusions he started out with, it’s very interesting to see how...”
Speak, you also,
speak as the last,
have your say.
But keep yes and no unsplit.
And give your say this meaning:
give it the shade.
Give it shade enough,
give it as much
as you know has been dealt out between
Let me begin again as a speck
of dust caught in the night winds
sweeping out to sea. Let me begin
this time knowing the world is
salt water and dark clouds, the world
is grinding and sighing all night, and dawn
comes slowly, and changes...