28 May (1886): Leo Tolstoy to V.G. Chertkov
The first awakening of his spiritual activity was revolutionary—scientific, as it’s called. What a terrible plague this is!…
The first awakening of his spiritual activity was revolutionary—scientific, as it’s called. What a terrible plague this is!…
What we need most is quality, not quantity—as in all social matters…
The view from these bird-cages is my despair. The pictures change from one enchanting aspect to another in ceaseless procession, never keeping one form half an hour, and never taking on an unlovely one…
“I think that poetry has a very specific kind of freedom, which has to do with almost always not knowing what you’re saying until you’re saying it, or to be more precise, being able to improvise one hundred percent of the syntax. That is a very specific type of freedom, both powerful and dangerous. It’s so easy to write a silly thing with that freedom and yet it’s so moving when you arrive at a meaning at the end of the syntax…”
You say I’m touchy. So are you…
Billups was the archetype’s quintessence: experienced but expendable, affable but reserved, resilient and lonely. Yes, Chauncey, great work, bye. Welcome, Chauncey, powerful and baldheaded sharpshooter, we need you, we don’t, begone, be good. I can’t imagine Billups took all this with anything other than measured acceptance, a tip of the jockstrap, a grinning-bare of his huge many teeth, before zooming off in his Mercedes to some new part of America…
Of course I irreverently suggested a shot of Novocain…
The world seems to expect that I will do all kinds of good things, and I spite it by doing all kinds of bad ones…
(I hope somebody cares for these minutiæ)
A: I apologize if this seems blunt, but what I must say is too important to dress up in flowery language.
B: Certainly—
A: —Give me a fucking website.
B: I—I…
A: It’s time.