Tuesday, December 27, 2016
It is much, more better than that, although it is remniscient of Dos Passos. For a 25 year old to have written it in 18 months, it's astonishing.
His gelid eyes were very blue... he was efficient and strong and usually empty and his main cast of mind was a superior contempt toward nearly all other mean. He hated weakness and he loved practically nothing. There was a crude unformed vision in his soul but he was rarely conscious of it.
Yeah. And an anger would work in him. They had torn at each other once, had felt sick when they close together and other people were with them. Now, in sleep their bodies intruded; there was always a heavy limb in the way. And the nights together working on them, this new change, this living together between them like a heavy dull weight, washing dishes and mouthing familiar kisses.
Down Thunder Road: The Making of Bruce Springsteen by Marc Eliot with the participation of Mike Appel
Saturday, December 17, 2016
Well, I might have loved boys too; but girls are what I prefer. If I tire of one as a girl, I can still use her as a girl.
Wanted: a small dog that neither growls nor bites; can eat broken glass and can shit diamonds.
When I look at the words of the masters, I see what they did; when I look at my own bits and pieces, I see what I ought to have done.
A quiet scholar once left a large party and went home. He was asked, 'How did you like it?' 'If they were books,' he said, 'I would not read them.'