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What I liked about Genet, author of Our Lady of the Flowers (a novel) and The Balcony, The Blacks, The Maids, and The Screens (plays), was his exuberance and his complete disdain for all things conventional. There was a vitality in his writing that appealed to me, and it was certainly true as well of Beckett, an Irish writer who was the most dire, the very grimmest of the modernists, but even so, had a joyfulness about him. What you found in Beckett that was so refreshing was a clearing of the decks. He wasn’t interested in any kind of artifice or pretense at all. What you ended up with was a joy in his writing that I loved. It was also very, very funny. What I embraced was the way he swept past the cob-webs of so-called modernism and just got rid of it. Dumped it. Cleaned the table off and said, “Okay, what’s really here?”

In spite of my constant reading, I wasn’t a literary person. I didn’t study books and I didn’t take courses in literature. I pursued literature as a personal refreshment. My opinions didn’t need to be authenticated or verified by anyone else. I read books for their pleasure and their transformative power.

PHILIP GLASS Words Without Music

you’ll find me here.

Originally posted on What Queer Reading:

I have to tell you
You have to tell me
Love is necessary
It is necessary to write
I have more to say
There is no question of language

And yet, in the end, that’s all there is. Questions. Language. More to say. Because language is like a sense: it’s like seeing, hearing, smelling, touching, though perhaps it’s most like tasting. It’s a way of capturing something and bringing it inside yourself. But this capture is only the beginning. Words, like food, have to be digested, and definitions are like flavors. What you taste when you eat lasagna and what I taste when I eat lasagna and what you mean by love and what I mean by love have both similarities and differences—they may even have more similarities than they have differences, but it’s the differences that divide us, and it’s these divisions that stories like this one hope to…

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for book lovers/seekers.



Buddhism. Yum.

ETHAN NICHTERN The Road Home: A Contemporary Exploration of the Buddhist Path

VICE interview

Photo by Marissa Dutton. Courtesy of Farrar, Straus, and Giroux

Jacob Lawrence | The Migration Series Poetry Suite | MoMA


My birthday. Earth Day. World Book Day. Blessed day.


It arrived today [happy birthday to me, lucky boy].

The Collected Later Poetry: A Bilingual Edition
Paul Celan
; Translated from the German and with Commentary by Pierre Joris
Farrar, Straus and Giroux

see also: “As for praise and worship,”