the child grows enormous but never grows up

mythologyofblue:

How many words in this book.

They are meant for remembrance. As though words could carry memories.

For words are clumsy mountaineers and clumsy miners. Not for them to bring down treasures from the mountains’ peaks, or up from the mountains’ bowels.

-Franz Kafka, in a 1900 entry in an album, written to Selma Kohn, as found in Letters to Friends, Family, and Editors (trans. by Richard and Clara Winston)

Two-Letter Scrabble Words

Two-Letter Scrabble Words

thescienceofreality:


“Just an FYI: Stars in the Universe far outnumber all sounds & words ever uttered by all humans who ever lived.” -Neil deGrasse Tyson
A very important thing to remember. 

thescienceofreality:

“Just an FYI: Stars in the Universe far outnumber all sounds & words ever uttered by all humans who ever lived.” -Neil deGrasse Tyson

A very important thing to remember. 

If this is the future of the book, then the book is indeed doomed. Writing is a miraculous technology all its own—a code that, when input through the optic nerve, induces structured, coherent hallucinations. An equivalent experience does not exist. Words have shape and musicality. They almost have a flavor. But they are too easily drowned out by stronger stimuli.
500-1500:

sharimcc:

So I’m sort of writing a paper, mostly drinking iced coffee waiting for something magical to happen. It did! I actually found a mythical “Word Note” written by David Foster Wallace in the Mac OS thesaurus. I could not begin to tell you why I felt compelled to look up “feckless” in a thesaurus. 

“The great thing about using feckless is that it lets you be extremely dismissive and mean without sounding mean; you just sound witty and classy.”

i’m full of feck.

500-1500:

sharimcc:

So I’m sort of writing a paper, mostly drinking iced coffee waiting for something magical to happen. It did! I actually found a mythical “Word Note” written by David Foster Wallace in the Mac OS thesaurus. I could not begin to tell you why I felt compelled to look up “feckless” in a thesaurus. 

“The great thing about using feckless is that it lets you be extremely dismissive and mean without sounding mean; you just sound witty and classy.”

i’m full of feck.

jpegheaven:

The Forgotten Dialect of the Heart by Jack Gilbert

jpegheaven:

The Forgotten Dialect of the Heart by Jack Gilbert

mythologyofblue:

“But the example of many minds forever lost, like undiscoverable Arctic explorers, amid those treacherous regions, warns us entirely away from them; and we learn that it is not for man to follow the trail of truth too far, since by doing so he entirely loses the directing compass of his mind; for arrived at the Pole, to whose barrenness only it points, there, the needle indifferently respects all points of the horizon alike.”


-Herman Melville, Pierre
(quote thanks to metaincognita)

[Image: Cosimo Roselli, Thesaurus Artificiosae Memoriae, 1579]

mythologyofblue:

“But the example of many minds forever lost, like undiscoverable Arctic explorers, amid those treacherous regions, warns us entirely away from them; and we learn that it is not for man to follow the trail of truth too far, since by doing so he entirely loses the directing compass of his mind; for arrived at the Pole, to whose barrenness only it points, there, the needle indifferently respects all points of the horizon alike.”

-Herman Melville, Pierre

(quote thanks to metaincognita)

[Image: Cosimo Roselli, Thesaurus Artificiosae Memoriae, 1579]

And suddenly, after he said the words, it was not important. For an instant he felt the truth of what he said, and for the first time in months he felt lift away from him the weight of a despair whose heaviness he had not fully realized. Nearly giddy, almost laughing, he said again, “It really isn’t important.”
John Williams, Stoner

magnolius:

one of the many astounding collages by Meg Hitchock made by cutting letters from various books, including the Koran and Rushdie’s “Satanic Verses”. Highly recommend checking the rest of the collection on her site, where you can also see the detailed versions of each piece.

In my text drawings I deconstruct the word of God by cutting letters from sacred writings and rearranging them to form a passage from another holy book. I may cut letters from the Bible and reassemble them as a passage from the Koran, or use letters cut from the Torah to recreate an ancient Tantric text. The individual letters are glued to the paper in a continuous line of type, without spaces or punctuation, in order to discourage a literal reading of the text. 

Chapter 35

"In his early writings, Thoreau called the alphabet the saddest song. Later in life he would renounce this position and say it produced only dissonant music.

Letters, Montaigne said, are a necessary evil.

But are they? asked Blake, years later. I shall write of the world without them.

I would grow mold on the language, said Pasteur. Except nothing can grow on that cold, dead surface.

Of words Teresa of Avila said, I did not live to erase them all.

They make me sick, said Luther. Yours and yours and yours. Even sometimes my own.

If it can be said, then I am not interested, wrote Schopenhauer.

When told to explain himself, a criminal in Arthur’s court simply pointed at the large embroidered alphabet that hung above the king.

Poets need a new instrument, said Shelley.

If I could take something from the world, said Nietzsche, and take with it even the memory of that thing, so that the world might carry on ever forward with not even the possibility that thing could exist again, it would be the language that sits rotting inside my mouth.

I am a writer, said Picasso. I make my own letters.

Shall I destroy this now, or shall I wait for you to leave the room, said his patron to Kadmos, the reputed inventor of the alphabet.

Kadmos is a fraud, said Wheaton. Said Nestor. Said William James.

Do not read this, warned Plutarch.

Do not read this, warned Cicero.

Do not read this, begged Ovid.

If you value your life.

Bleed a man, and with that vile release spell out his name in the sand, prescribed Hippocrates.

No alphabet but in things, said Williams.

Correction. No alphabet at all.

-Ben Marcus, The Flame Alphabet

nevver:

Paul Robson
Talk, talk, talk: the utter and heartbreaking stupidity of words.
William Faulkner (via sadseas)
If you do not want to write, at least spit on a piece of paper, put it in an envelope, and send it to me. You are not taking any notice of me at all. God forgive you – all I wanted was a few words from you.
Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky (via sadseas)
If I knew words enough, I could write the longest love letter in the world and never get tired.
F. Scott Fitzgerald (via pavorst)