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- Then a flash of sun on a waiting hill, / Streams laugh that erst were quiet, / The sky smiles down with a dazzling blue / And the woods run mad with riot. // taken from ::: wood s lot ::: "the fitful tracing of a portal" - HelterSkelter
- We sail up and down the coast of Somalia waiting to get hijacked by pirates. We encourage you to bring your 'High powered weapons' along on the cruise. If you don't have weapons of your own, you can rent them on the boat. / taken from Somali Cruises - Cruise along Africa's east coast!
- Noi, in effetti, abbiamo per i nostri contemporanei, e anche per certi vecchi compagni di baldoria, una specie di noncuranza che potrebbe benissmo derivare dal disinteresse che in alcuni momenti abbiamo di noi stessi. Circa quattro anni fa scrissi ad Ambrugo una lettera alla signora G. che cominciava così: "Dopo un silenzio di ventinove anni..." Bene: quella signora non mi ha neppure risposto. / da Giacomo Casanova, Storia della mia vita - Volume terzo, cap. III
- Non mi ricordo neanche perché ogni giorno vengo a vederlo, come se ci potessero essere novità, come se i post si generassero da soli. No, i post non si scrivono da soli e scopiazzare due righe qua e là non è tenere un blog. / taken from Smemorata su La Donna Camel
- Pure il bambino vero tace se resto in ascolto / della sua finta voce nella mia finta pace. / Pure gli posso far dire ogni parola che voglio: / mio amore quanto errore e dolore ci divide / quanto futuro senza futuro si spalanca. / taken from Giovanni Giudici, La Bovary c’est moi at finta voce nella mia finta pace « Svariate idee d’amore e d’ingiustizia
- «Io non voto. Guardi, non è che Berlusconi dica le bugie e gli altri la verità. Dicono tutti le bugie. Solo che lui è molto più bravo degli altri». / taken from UN, DUE, TRE GIOVALLI - L’EX ENFANT PRODIGE DELLA TV COMMERCIALE: “Mi sono ritirato nel mondo dei Puffi”
- “I’m not feeling well, I should see a doctor” I said and the reply came as a brilliant mix of death anxiety and french rudeness: “Uh, yes… Terminal D… go there maybe… when we land”. After that the stewards and stewardesses took long detours. A ring of empty seats formed around me. Peoples eyes were kind but determined, they read “Poor you, I really wish you all the best but if you come near me or my kid I will have to stab you with this plastic fork”. / taken from Delay...Procrastinate
- I don’t want anyone else and you want everyone else. / taken from LUX AETERNA
- On its facade, a huge pink flamingo. I saw a man singing in his basement window. "It's rare to see a person so happy," I said. "These days," he added. / taken from Detainees: Baltimore
- And then one day I came home / to find it gone: all its limbs / broken on the grass, gnarled roots / raised up to the air, and where / it had stood – the racing sky. // taken from Various: Sunday at chapters in Parnell Street,
- "E' un individuo abominevole" mi disse. "Vuole una donna nuova ogni giorno. Cosa ne pensi?"
"Sono geloso della fortuna che ha di poterlo fare."
"Ci riesce perché le donne sono sciocche. Mi ha presa in trappola perché mi ha sorpresa a casa tua. Altrimenti non mi avrebbe avuta. Ridi?"
"Rido perché ti ha avuto. D'altronde anche tu hai avuto lui e così siete pari."
"Non siamo pari. Non sai quello che dici."
~ Giacomo Casanova, Storia della mia vita / Volume secondo, Capitolo LVIII
- Absolutely perfectly put together, completely graceful, going about their business in the most no nonsense manner possible. It may be a small thing, but it caused me great amazement and a certain admiration. / taken from :::...Szerelem, Szerelem...:::: High heeled bikers
- But this was a man (it's a mark of how profoundly damaged Michael Jackson was that it feels strange to call him "a man", just as it feels strange to recognize that when he died he was older than the President of the United States) who spent every day of his life embedded in a matrix of perverse incentives. The terrain of his personal landscape was unrecognizable. I can understand the choices that my cat makes more deeply than I could understand the ones Jackson made. / taken from Michael Jackson -- unrecognizable motivations and constant ruination - Boing Boing
- Suddenly there was this amazing silence. The plane was gone. I must have been unconscious and then came to in midair. I was flying, spinning through the air and I could see the forest spinning beneath me. / taken from Survivor still haunted by 1971 air crash - CNN.com
- (...) An utterly idyllic snowy night’s walk across the Brooklyn Bridge, during which Handke failed to pull out his notebook and flash his pencil! [this is late 1977 or early 78] to visit the author Michael Brodsky: Handke had returned from Alaska and San Francisco and Colorado and had settled in a room on one of the top floors of the Hotel Adams at 86th at Fifth and Madison Avenues on Manhattan’s Upper East Side for some months to write A Slow Homecoming. The experience of writing a book in New York cured Handke of any thought of living there (...) I wanted to share a few Alaska anecdotes, but Handke mentioned that he was full up, and I told myself that I understood that, yet the mother hen that I can be was troubled by the prospect that he might write about Alaska -- that’s all I was told about the project -- after just a couple of fairly short visits… But he had at least read McPhee’s book on Seward’s Folly I was relieved to hear, still it seemed like an awfully audacious undertaking… Yet Norman Mailer had gotten a good drift of the flora there in an equally short time for his Why Are We in Vietnam, and Mailer, a city boy, was not known for being especially responsive to nature… I had caught on to the fact that Handke was always writing and so you left him alone to that fate and looked forward to what might come. Genius, so Henry James, consists of absorbing fast.
/ another fantastically crowded collection of notes and memories about Peter Handke, by Michael Roloff / taken from HANDKE-DISCUSSION: PART II HANDKE PSYCHO-BIO-MEMOIR MONOGRAPH