Strategies/Techniques
• My relationship with ‘today’ is so bad that many people
often mistake extreme attentiveness for an absent-minded gaze. My relationship with (abstract concept) is
______.
• this pathological agitation will be part of my ‘today’
until its final hour. Beautiful.
Identify a permanent emotional attribute of a character and use fresh language
to explain that it is an inescapable part of him/her.
• I get along well with this city and its small environs
which have retired from history and are now disappearing altogether. Anthropomorphize a city/place in order to
talk about a character’s relationship with it.
• Critique of Pure Reason, read under 60 watts in the
Beatrixgasse, Locke Leibnitz and Hume, befuddling my mind with concepts from
all ages in the dismal light of the National Library under the little reading
lamps…Blake read under 25 watts in a hotel in Paris, Freud Alder and Jung read
at 360 watts in a lonely Berlin street…La com´die Humaine read with a fairly high fever, weakened by
antibiotics…everything from De Rerum Natura to Le Culte de la Raison at thirty
French cigarettes a day…Marx and Engels read after washing my hair and V.I.
Lenin when completely drunk… Love the
way that books are associated with the light in which they were read, specific
locations, specific states of mind, specific actions.
• I will tell you a terrible secret: language is punishment.
It must encompass all things and in it all things must again transpire
according to guilt. Custis would
introduce one of his own thoughts as a “terrible secret” — as privileged
insight/knowledge that he thinks will be sinister or life-shattering on some
level. Love the idea of language as punishment.
• Adagio, allegro, pui mosso, etc. Tempos and expressive markings used to describe a character’s speech. He
spoke in an adagio. Sotto voce.
• All these people renting opinions, and at such high rates,
they’ll wind up paying dearly. Think of
all the things a character is paying for indirectly, that he is “renting” from
society, and the costs associated.
• I ask Ivan whether he once though and what he used to
think and what he thinks today about love. Lack
of commas and the frenetic piling of similar questions is an effective way to
portray a hyper-anxious mind.
• Antoinette laughs with the inimitable Altenwyl laugh she
acquired through marriage. Behaviors/Habits
(or anything intangible we don’t usually think of as acquired) as “acquired”
through a relationship.
Loved Phrases and Ideas
• This little piece of side street is my greatest security.
• I realized beyond a doubt that I could not count on art,
technology or this age to help me in any way, and that I would never have
anything to do with the thoughts, themes or problems under discussion.
• we don’t need to talk about our good old days, because our
days are getting better and better… I was furious with Malina for having
allowed me to squander so much time with other people and things. This conveys the importance of one person
to another, like nothing else I’ve ever read. That a person would be furious at
another person for allowing them to waste time on anything but him, is such a
powerful sentiment. Intoxicating to think about.
• Malina has never lived as convulsively as I have. To live convulsively, what a great way to
put it. It sounds appealing and unpleasant at the same time, both exciting and
nauseating.
• a sentence which only consists of subject and preposition
must be consumed rapidly, a sentence with many appositions must for that very
reason be taken at tremendous speed, with the eyeballs performing an
imperceptible slalom, since a sentence doesn’t convey anything to itself, it
has to convey something to the reader. Love
the urgency and voracity with which she reads. It’s reading as a
life-sustaining activity, just as important as eating, and she is perpetually
starving.
• I am never occupied. An occupation would stunt my growth…
I would have occupations outlawed if I could, but I can only outlaw them as far
as I’m concerned.
• now I’m expecting more out of a single evening than from
all of next year. The absurd
expectations we can have for small, singular events.
• Nothing is clearer to me at six in the morning than the
immensity of my misfortune, since I am completely and justly stricken with
unending pain which hits each and every nerve at each and every minute of the
day. The unending quality of depression.
Relentless.
• since justice is so oppressingly near and what I’m saying
does not exclude the possibility of its being no more than a longing for an
unattainable, pure greatness, that’s why it is simultaneously both oppressive
and near, but in this nearness we call it injustice. Something can be very near, and still be an impossibility. A concept (or
theory) of justice is such an oppressive thought because it is impossible to
obtain.
• Spiritual things demand constant humiliation.
• And if another misunderstanding should ensue, at least it
would be a new one. We can never get to
the unadulterated truth, speaking and communicating is just one long series of
misunderstandings, a chain of signifiers with no signified.
• Problems are invented and passed around, they don’t really
exist, you hear people talking about them and so you start talking about them
yourself. The degree to which the talk
around us influences our perception of reality. If everything is invented
(constructed) to some extent, and given a name in a human language, why should
our problems be an exception. Not that there are no such things as problems, but
that our understandings of them are mistaken or false.
• The initial, original mistrust of a person, unjustified in
the beginning, but eventually, one day, always justified. We make reality conform to our preconceived notions, especially when it
comes to judging other people.
• It must make a person sick to have so few new experiences
that he has to constantly repeat himself, for example a man bites my earlobe,
but not because it’s my earlobe or because he’s crazy about earlobes and feels
a compulsion to bite them, he bites them because he’s bitten the earlobes of
all the other women, whether small or large, purple, pale, sensitive or numb,
he doesn’t care what the earlobes think about it. Fuck! I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to nibble an earlobe again without
thinking about Malina. This sentence actually makes me feel like I am
disrespecting the individuality of a lover on some level when I nibble an
earlobe. So many little things we do every day for no other reason than we have
seen other people do them and it’s what we’re supposed to do. Sometimes it
seems that we are so limited in the things that we can do to each other,
sexually and otherwise.
• But even if there’s nothing to be done, even if we are
powerless to intervene, the question nonetheless remains: what is to be done?
It would be inhuman to do nothing. Reminds
me of Camus/Sisyphus. We have to act, even though we know we are powerless.
Action makes us human. This book is Bachmann’s act.
• Me: What makes my self worse than anybody else’s? Malina:
Nothing. Everything. Because all your actions are futile. That is unforgivable.
We are condemned to futility, and this
feels unforgiveable sometimes. How can we forgive ourselves for being
worthless, on a grand scale?
Ideas for my story
• Custis can associate a different book with every memory
that David brings up. The way his memory works is to associate a time and
place, a specific event, with the book he was immersed in at the time. Keep it
concise, though, or it will get tiresome to read.
• The degree to which language is the lens through which you
see the world. Arturo sees it as a home and safe haven, but Custis sees it as
limiting, as a prison that only grants him one unsatisfactory perspective, one
small peephole through which to view history, civilization, and the world, and
the more languages you learn, the wider your peephole becomes until one day you
have a nice big window that is pleasant to sit beside and stare out of for
hours.
“The
feeling of a mother tongue in the mouth” –Jorie Graham.
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