Index Cards

he can only enjoy the feeling because he has worked very hard for it.

The stars above, the plants below.

“visible wretchedness is counterbalanced by a hidden glory.”

“I take H [hashish] in order to be free. But in order to take H I must already be free.”

“The dullest, most inept and inconsequential snapshot, when isolated, framed (on a wall or by the margins of a book), and paid attention to, takes on all the uncanny significance, fascination, and beauty of R. Mutt’s fountain

“The more honestly you put yourself into the story, the more that story will concern others as well.”

Hungover. Sniffly. Sound of bells. Sound of singing. Crash of stocks.

the photograph as “memento mori” and “inventory of mortality”

I begin to wonder if it’s not just the modernist paradigm kicking in, that a metadiscourse is always more satisfying: painting about painting, photographs about photography, and writing about writing.

Genet often claimed that the happiest years of his life were those spent in the reformatory and in prison: “Prison isn’t prison, it’s escape, it’s freedom. There you can escape the trivial and return to the essential.”