Sunday, March 26, 2017

Sabbath's Theater

“Under the sad end-of-days spell of the smoky dusk and the waning year, of the moon and its ostentatious superiority to the trashy, petty claptrap of his sublunar existence, why does he even hesitate? The Kamizakis are your enemies whether you do or not, so you might as well do it. Yes, yes, if you can still do something, you must do it - that is the golden rule of sublunar existence, whether you are a worm cut in two or a man with a prostate like a billiard ball. If you can still do something, then you must do it! Anything living can figure that out.”




“I can’t really tell objectively how sorry I should feel for myself. I don’t give the same credibility to my being that other people give to theirs. Everything feels acted.”

 “Everything is acted.”



“Whatever. With me there’s some glue missing, something fundamental to everyone else that I don’t have. My life never seems real to me.”
 Philip Roth

Sunday, March 19, 2017


They never learn
They never learn
Beyond, beyond the point
Of no return
Of no return




And it's too late
The damage is done
The damage is done




This goes
Beyond me
Beyond you




The white room
By a window
Where the sun comes



We are
Just happy to serve
Just happy to serve


Sunday, March 12, 2017

Life itself is a quotation

“Don't talk unless you can improve the silence.”

“The mind was dreaming. The world was its dream.”


“I am not sure that I exist, actually. I am all the writers that I have read, all the people that I have met, all the women that I have loved; all the cities I have visited.”

“Reality is not always probable, or likely.”

“Time is the substance I am made of. Time is a river which sweeps me along, but I am the river; it is a tiger which destroys me, but I am the tiger; it is a fire which consumes me, but I am the fire.”

“Being with you and not being with you is the only way I have to measure time.”

Jorge Luis Borges

Sunday, March 5, 2017

Eugene Onegin

“It's a lucky man, a very lucky man, who is committed to what he believes, who has stifled intellectual detachment and can relax in the luxury of his emotions - like a tipsy traveller resting for the night at wayside inn.”

“He filled a shelf with a small army of books and read and read; but none of it made sense. .. They were all subject to various cramping limitations: those of the past were outdated, and those of the present were obsessed with the past.”

“But even friendship like our heroes' 
Exist no more; for we've outgrown 
All sentiments and deem men zeroes-- 
Except of course ourselves alone. 
We all take on Napoleon's features, 
And millions of our fellow creatures 
Are nothing more to us than tools... 
Since feelings are for freaks and fools. 
Eugene, of course, had keen perceptions 
And on the whole despised mankind, 
Yet wasn't, like so many, blind; 
And since each rule permits exceptions, 
He did respect a noble few, 
And, cold himself, gave warmth its due.”

“..depression still kept guard on him, and chased after him like a shadow - or like a faithful wife.”

“Thus heaven's gift to us is this: That habit takes the place of bliss.”

Alexander Pushkin