Perfect thing to wake up from a nap from. And they're having so much fun making these noises. I've fallen in love all over again.
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Showing posts with label american literature. Show all posts
Showing posts with label american literature. Show all posts
Friday, 13 January 2012
Monday, 17 October 2011
Nicely does it
So I'm not going to my seminar today, primarily because I've spent more of my week writing shite all over this and my arms and thighs in a trance than reading Colston Whitehead's John Henry Days. Oh well...
It's a shame because I really like Fagg, my tutor. Such a babette. But I am genuinely in pain and don't dare venutre through the rain in such cranial torment... Like me explanation??
Like my style?
It's a shame because I really like Fagg, my tutor. Such a babette. But I am genuinely in pain and don't dare venutre through the rain in such cranial torment... Like me explanation??
I'm unfortunately not going to be able to attend the seminar at noon due to what has now turned into an almost week long migraine. despite fleeting moments of clarity, i feel like my head has been locked in a rattling cage for days, being beaten my some toddler with a club, mercilessly.
i hope that you'll forgive me for not having been able to complete colston whitehead, and for missing the seminar. Really sorry, i'd been really looking forward to it, but as i got out of the shower i was overwhelmed with a powerful level of physical weakness and blindness, so don't think it's a good idea to venture across campus.
Friday, 14 October 2011
LitBitch, part eleven
A policewoman crouched inside a boxlike vehicle patrols the area looking for cars parked illegally, for meter violations, lapsed inspection stickers. On telephone poles all over town there are homemade signs concerning lost dogs and cats, sometimes in the handwriting of a child.
- Don Delillo, White Noise, 1984.
- Don Delillo, White Noise, 1984.
LitBitch, part ten
The family is the cradle of the world's misinformation.
Don Delillo, White Noise, 1984, p. 81
Don Delillo, White Noise, 1984, p. 81
LitBitch, part nine
Name one thing you could make. Could you make a simple wooden match that you could strike on a rock to make a flame? We think we're so great and modern. Moon landings, artificial hearts. But what if you were hurled into a time warp and came face to face with the ancient Greeks. The Greeks invented trigonometry. The did autopsies and dissections. What could you tell an ancient Greek that he couldn't say, 'Big deal.' Could you tell him about the atom? Atom is a Greek word. The Greeks knew that the major events in the universe can't be seen by the eye of a man.
Don Delillo, White Noise, 1984, pp. 147-8
Don Delillo, White Noise, 1984, pp. 147-8
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LitBitch, part eight
What we are reluctant to touch often seems the very fabric of our Salvation.
Don Delillo
Don Delillo
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LitBitch, part seven
The greater the scientific advance, the more primitive the fear.
Don Delillo, White Noise
Don Delillo, White Noise
LitBitch, part five
These are the days after. Everything is now measured by after.
Don Delillo, Falling Man
Don Delillo, Falling Man
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LitBitch, part four
He wanted to fuck her loudly on a hard bed with the rain beating against the windows.
Don Delillo, Mao II
Don Delillo, Mao II
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LitBitch, part three
She put an arm behind her, unlatched the door, turned quickly and went running into the gray afternoon. I tried to think of something funny to say.
Don Delillo, White Noise, 1984, p.189
Don Delillo, White Noise, 1984, p.189
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LitBitch, part two
California deserves whatever it gets. Californians invented the concept of life-style. This alone warrants their doom.
Don Delillo, White Noise, 1984
Don Delillo, White Noise, 1984
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