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i. The kiss , in spite of everything is not speech. Of course, lovers speak. But
their speech is ultimately impotent, excessive in that it is excessively poor,
a speech in which love is already mired: "Lover's speak, and their overwhelmed
words deflate and inflate at the same time the sentiment that moves them (Georges
Bataille)." --Jean Luc Nancy 'The Inoperative Community'
ii. Rhythm is the new lead.
iii. ...felt himself as body so keenly he'd no need for manner. She never
sees that in his quote careless way he actually really touched whatever he touched
as if it were a part of him. Of his own body. The world he seemed to manhandle
was for him sentient, feeling. And no one... and she never understood that. ...
he moved like a careless fingerling at the center of a clear current. That kind
of animal grace. The bastard wasted no motion, is what made it art, this
brutish no-care. His was a tennis player's dictum: touch things with consideration
and they will be yours; you will own them; they will move or stay still or move
for you; they will lie back and part their legs and yield up their innermost seams
to you. Teach you all their tricks. He knew what the Beats know and what the great
tennis player knows, son: learn to do nothing, with your whole head and body,
and everything will be done by what's around you. --David Foster Wallace
iv. But there's this difference: one is gold put to the use of paving-stones,
and the other is tin polished to ape a service of silver. Mine has nothing valuable
about it; yet I shall have the merit of making it go as far as such poor stuff
can go. His had first-rate qualities, and they are lost: rendered worse than unavailing.
--Emily Brontë
v. Sous les pavés, la plage.
vi. Let's just talk about love, or sex, or starving hearts, or just shut up; and
I'll go. --Jonathan Richman
vii. They sell us love as divinity when it's only a social obscenity. Underneath we're all loveable. --Eve Libertine
viii. Christopher Svensson: Never a dull moment or straight answer. --David Rager
ix. It must all be considered as if spoken by a character in a novel. --Roland
Barthes
x. You're an expatriate. You've lost touch with the soil. You get precious. Fake European standards have ruined you. You drink yourself to death. You become obsessed by sex. You spend all your time talking, not working. You are an expatriate, see? You hang around cafés. --Ernest Hemingway
xi. Everything, all the time, forever and ever, always. --Katarina Horrox
xii. "Well, you might think they can't do anything... but you would be wrong. Because the muscle-boys still control the government and the universities. The professors and the bureaucrats, they were not drafted. They are cozy in their little Bunde pleasing no one but themselves. And they tell themselves that even though business is business, culture is culture too, and culture is public business. So all the muscle-boy artists and writers, they will become professors and the darlings of professors, and they will teach the young to revere their pure, muscle-boy art, because it is good for them, and they will teach women and Jews and queers to make this muscle-boy art, too. And it will be very pure, because they are muscle-boys and they don't have to please anyone. So there will be no cabaret, no pictures, no fantasy or flashing lights, no filth or sexy talk, no cruelty, no melodies, no laughter, no Max Reinhardt, no Ur-Faust, no A Midsummer Night's Dream. And nobody will love it. And nobody will pay money to own it or to see it, but that will not matter. The government will pay for it, and the universities, because paying your own money for culture, and making your own money out of it, this is a Jew thing, a queer thing, and a silly woman thing. It means you are not satisfied with what the professors provide, which is what the Reichsminister tells you is good. It means you want more and that is unpatriotic... So all you Aryan muscle-boys down there at the end of the table, Don't be Aryan muscle-boys! I have seen enough official culture.
--Dave Hickey paraphrasing Walther Volbach
xiii. Humor is the enemy of authority. --Alan Fletcher
xiv. I quote others only the better to express myself. --Michel de Montaigne
