Blinking Twelve
Mostly quotations. Curated by Semi since back when my VCR (yes) was blinking twelve.
Saturday, September 27, 2025
Monday, August 25, 2025
Elizabeth Bishop, "One Art"
Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.
...
Sunday, August 24, 2025
Sunday, August 17, 2025
Semi Chellas, "Fugue" (1986)
I think about the word "drunk". It is almost onomatopoeic: "drunk" is the sound you make, falling down from being drunk.
Robert Hayden, Those Winter Sundays
Sunday, August 10, 2025
Galway Kinnell, “Wait”
Wait, for now.
Distrust everything if you have to.
But trust the hours. Haven't they
carried you everywhere, up to now?
Tuesday, July 15, 2025
Helene Cixous quoting Kafka in The Gagosian
HANS ULRICH OBRISTAre there any quotes you live by?
HÉLÈNE CIXOUSNo, but what comes to mind is "Man kann doch nicht nicht-leben" [One cannot not-live]. That's Kafka.
Sunday, July 13, 2025
Laurie Anderson and Lou Reed, their rules for living from an interview with her
OK, so the first one is: Don't be afraid of anyone. If you can imagine: living your life, you're not afraid of anyone. That's number one.
Number two is you get a really good bullshit detector, and you learn how to use it. You know, just: "Is that really happening or not?"
Third is to be really, really tender. And with those, you're covered.
Thursday, July 10, 2025
Thursday, May 08, 2025
Rainer Maria Rilke, Letter to Franz Xavier Kappus
Monday, May 05, 2025
Kurt Vonnegut, Cat's Cradle
Tuesday, April 01, 2025
Edna St Vincent Millay
Beauty is not enough.
You can no longer quiet me with the redness
Of little leaves opening stickily.
I know what I know.
The sun is hot on my neck as I observe
The spikes of the crocus.
The smell of the earth is good.
It is apparent that there is no death.
But what does that signify?
Not only under ground are the brains of men
Eaten by maggots.
Life in itself
Is nothing,
An empty cup, a flight of uncarpeted stairs.
It is not enough that yearly, down this hill,
April
Comes like an idiot, babbling and strewing flowers.
Thursday, March 27, 2025
Mary Oliver, "Don't Hesitate"
don't hesitate. Give in to it. There are plenty
of lives and whole towns destroyed or about
to be. We are not wise, and not very often
kind. And much can never be redeemed.
Still, life has some possibility left. Perhaps this
is its way of fighting back, that sometimes
something happens better than all the riches
or power in the world. It could be anything,
but very likely you notice it in the instant
when love begins. Anyway, that's often the
case. Anyway, whatever it is, don't be afraid
of its plenty. Joy is not made to be a crumb.
Sunday, March 09, 2025
Goethe, Faust
I see my discourse leaves you cold;
Dear kids, I do not take offense;
Recall: the Devil, he is old,
Grow old yourselves, and he'll make sense!
Thursday, January 23, 2025
Annie Ernaux, The Years
Sunday, December 01, 2024
George Eliot, Middlemarch
Thursday, November 21, 2024
Anne Sexton, "Yellow"
on again I'll plant children
under it, I'll light up my soul
with a match and let it sing. I'll
take my bones and polish them, I'll
vacuum up my stale hair, I'll
pay all my neighbors' bad debts, I'll
write a poem called Yellow and put
my lips down to drink it up, I'll
feed myself spoonfuls of heat and
everyone will be home playing with
their wings and the planet will
shudder with all those smiles and
there will be no poison anywhere, no plague
in the sky and there will be a mother-broth
for all of the people and we will
never die, not one of us, we'll go on
won't we?
Thursday, November 07, 2024
F. Scott Fitzgerald
Wednesday, November 06, 2024
Vaclav Havel
Tuesday, October 29, 2024
Larry McMurtry, Lonesome Dove
He had known several men who blew their heads off, and he had pondered it much. It seemed to him it was probably because they could not take enough happiness just from the sky and the moon to carry them over the low feelings that came to all men.
Sunday, September 08, 2024
Ted Chiang in the New Yorker
Sunday, September 01, 2024
Philip Larkin
Of the wide world I stand alone, and think
Till love and fame to nothingness do sink.
Friday, August 30, 2024
Tuesday, August 20, 2024
Yael van de Woudon, The Safekeep
Thursday, August 15, 2024
James Baldwin in Life Magazine, May 1963
Thursday, August 08, 2024
C.S.Lewis, The Four Loves
Sunday, August 04, 2024
Ron Padgett, "The Absolutely Huge and Incredible Injustice in the World"
Thursday, August 01, 2024
Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
Monday, July 15, 2024
Frida Kahlo, letter
Frankly, I don't have the least ambition to be anybody. I don't care for people's pretentiousness, and I am in no way interested in becoming a "big shit."
Frida Kahlo
Letter to Dr. Leo Eloesser
15th March 1941
—Frida Kahlo & Diego Rivera, by Gerry Souter
Wednesday, July 10, 2024
Monday, July 08, 2024
Arthur Weasley, in Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets by JK Rowling
Saturday, July 06, 2024
Wednesday, July 03, 2024
Friday, June 28, 2024
Lynda Barry (via Austin Kleon)
Friday, June 21, 2024
Friday, June 14, 2024
Nick Cave, "The Red Hand Files"
Wednesday, May 15, 2024
Tuesday, May 14, 2024
Alice Munro in the Paris Review, 1994
The vigilance has to be there all the time. Of course it wouldn’t matter if you did give up writing. It’s not the giving up of the writing that I fear. It’s the giving up of this excitement or whatever it is that you feel that makes you write. This is what I wonder: what do most people do once the necessity of working all the time is removed? Even the retired people who take courses and have hobbies are looking for something to fill this void, and I feel such horror of being like that and having that kind of life. The only thing that I’ve ever had to fill my life has been writing.
Alice Munro, "Too Much Happiness"
Always remember that when a man goes out of the room, he leaves everything in it behind. When a woman goes out she carries everything that happened in the room along with her.
Alice Munro, "Dance of the Happy Shades"
The tiny share we have of time appalls me, though my father seems to regard it with tranquillity.
Alice Munro, "Lives of Girls and Women"
“There is a change coming I think in the lives of girls and women. Yes. But it is up to us to make it come. All women have had up till now has been their connection with men. All we have had. No more lives of our own, really, than domestic animals. He shall hold thee, when his passion shall have spent its novel force, a little closer than his dog, a little dearer than his horse. Tennyson wrote that. It's true. Was true. You will want to have children, though.”
-- Del's mother
Alice Munro, "Lives of Girls and Women"
Unconnected to the life of love, uncolored by love, the world resumes its own, its natural and callous importance. This is first a blow, then an odd consolation. And already I felt my old self - my old, devious, ironic, isolated self - beginning to breathe again and stretch and settle, though all around it my body clung cracked and bewildered, in the stupid pain of loss.
Alice Munro, "Lives of Girls and Women"
I felt in him what women feel in men, something so tender, swollen, tyrannical, absurd; I would never take the consequences of interfering with it.
Alice Munro, "Face"
I am convinced that my father looked at me, really saw me, only once. After that, he knew what was there.
Alice Munro, "Some Women"
I am amazed sometimes to think how old I am. I can remember when the streets of the town I lived in were sprinkled with water to lay the dust in summer, and when girls wore waist cinchers and crinolines that could stand up by themselves, and when there was nothing much to be done about things like polio and leukemia. Some people who got polio got better, crippled or not, but people with leukemia went to bed, and, after some weeks’ or months’ decline in a tragic atmosphere, they died.
Alice Munro, "The Spanish Lady" [first posted 2005]
Why is it a surprise that people other than ourselves are able to tell lies?