The world I live in
Mary Oliver

I have refused to live
locked in the orderly house of
     reasons and proofs.
The world I live in and believe in
is wider than that. And anyway,
     what’s wrong with Maybe?

You wouldn’t believe what once or
twice I have seen. I’ll just
     tell you this:
only if there are angels in your head will you
     ever, possibly, see one.

A book must be an ice axe to break the sea frozen inside us.

Franz Kafka: “If the book we are reading does not wake us, as with a fist hammering on our skulls, then why do we read it? Good God, we also would be happy if we had no books and such books that make us happy we could, if need be, write ourselves. What we must have are those books that come on us like ill fortune, like the death of one we love better than ourselves, like suicide. A book must be an ice axe to break the sea frozen inside us. What we need are books that hit us like a most painful misfortune, like the death of someone we loved more than we love ourselves, that make us feel as though we had been banished to the woods, far from any human presence, like a suicide. A book must be the ax for the frozen sea within us.”

Lacan sans contexte

  • Everything that shelters behind the dignity of a profession always boils down to this central lack: human inability.

  • What we call desire crawls, slips, escapes, like the ferret.

  • Every time that you understand, that is where the danger begins.

  • The joke is always about something else.

  • The most complicated machines are made only with words.

  • All modern psychology is constructed to explain how a human being can behave in the capitalist structure.