The infinite, my dear friend, is no big deal— it’s a matter of writing— the universe exists only on paper.
—Paul Valéry, Monsieur Teste
The obliteration of the external in Valery’s…3,336 more words
Twenty-five years ago, when I was very young, I published a short novel on the impossibility of love. Since then, on account of a trauma that I shall go into later, I had not written again, I stopped altogether, I became a Bartleby, and that is why I have been interested in them for some time. 413 more words
“Didn’t I come to Kassel precisely to seek the aesthetic instant?”
My review of The Illogic of Kassel by Enrique Vila-Matas (translated by Anne McLean and Anna Milsom and published by New Directions) has been published at Words Without Borders. 33 more words
Every secret society has its founding myth, and the “Shandies” were no different. In the winter of 1924, or so the story goes, Russian symbolist Andrei Bely suffered a nervous breakdown on the selfsame “towering rock” where Nietzsche first discovered the concept of “the eternal recurrence of the same.” On that same day, composer Edgar Varèse fell from his horse while parodying French poet… 688 more words