Category Archives: fourteen forms of melancholy
“infinite repetition is an atemporal process”
on a passing freight car,
graffiti that said
“laugh now cry later”
makes me want to cry now
White people must carry an Indian deep inside themselves.
If the interior Indian is male
then he must be a warrior, especially if he is inside a white man.
…
In the Great American Indian novel, when it is finally written,
all of the white people will be Indians and all of the Indians will be ghosts.
-Sherman Alexie
“America is not a young land. It is old and dirty and evil, before the settlers, before the Indians, the evil is there waiting.”
I feel like usually I’m just like a spigot and if I’m lucky I catch something when the faucet gets turned on and try to piece it together into something that is more whole and self-contained
“The beet is the most intense of vegetables. The radish, admittedly, is more feverish, but the fire of the radish is a cold fire, the fire of discontent not of passion. Tomatoes are lusty enough, yet there runs through tomatoes an undercurrent of frivolity. Beets are deadly serious.”
‘Recipients were given a thumb sized serving to start their trip. What Dr. Moreau, the proprietor of the event, would tell Gautier when he gave him his dollop, “This will be deducted from your share in Paradise.”’
“Folk rumor said they were sterile by choice, that they saw breeding as the beginning of death.”
“When the hurdy-gurdy man plays, someone is always trying to take a nap.”