August 2011
53 posts
“Language is a skin: I rub my language against the other. It is as if I had words instead of fingers, or fingers at the tip of my words. My language trembles with desire.”
—Roland Barthes, A Lover’s Discourse: Fragments, Translation by Richard Howard, 1978 (via wonderfulambiguity)
“La utopía significa el sueño colectivo, y si este sueño no existe la gente se desmigaja, se encierra en células y se vuelve más egoísta y depredadora. Y aparece el miedo y la insolidaridad. Estás más indefenso, eres menos generoso, más cobarde y por tanto más vulnerable. Sin utopías vives a merced de lo que el poder decida imponer en cada momento. Estás en sus manos.”
—Joan Manuel Serrat (via sincadenas)
“Life is not a matter of holding good cards, but of playing a poor hand well.”
—Robert Louis Stevenson (via putidus)
“Think of two people, living together day after day, year after year, in this small space, standing elbow to elbow cooking at the same small stove, squeezing past each other on the narrow stairs, shaving in front of the same small bathroom mirror, constantly jogging, jostling, bumping against each other’s bodies by mistake or on purpose, sensually, aggressively, awkwardly, impatiently, in rage or in love – think what deep though invisible tracks they must leave, everywhere, behind them.”
—Christopher Isherwood (via c-h-a-o-s)
