Monthly Archives: December 2020
Most of what makes a book “interesting” are the interests of its readers.
The last place to look is in the closet for skeletons. Look first on carpets and between floorboards for blood stains.
Putting on a Coltrane record doesn’t make you a jazz aficionado any more than reading aloud from a Kierkegaard book makes you philosophically minded.
Whereas I believe it is a mess of egotism, eroticism, and ethnocentrism.
The most painful rejection comes from people who aren’t on your level.
The personal is the political not because power is exercised there, but rather because antagonism is ever present.
I’m reading, you illiterate.
The pace of my learning has slowed; the breadth of my learning has increased.