"I fit childish insights within rigid limits, writing shtick which might instill priggish misgivings in critics blind with hindsight. I dismiss nitpicking criticism which flirts with philistinism. I bitch; I kibitz – griping whilst criticizing dimwits, sniping whilst indicting nitwits, dismissing simplistic thinking, in which philippic wit is still illicit. – from ‘Chapter I’ in Eunoia" Christian Bök A Few Thoughts on Beautiful Thinking
"All days will return. We will see all times again. The clock didn’t strike but has struck. The poet didn’t write but has written. The barricades weren’t built but have been built. The simple past has been effaced from our language. There is no simple past. The present has multiplied." In Defence of Forgetfulness X. I. Selene
"(Body is the (contested) place where language originates, if one views, as I do, language as desire, desire as un- or many-gendered. Body is also place of exile, and language, as it is (mis)used, makes repeated (failed) attempts at return. Looked at that way, I suppose, it operates a sort of aliyah, and language’s reach in this context might be read as messianic (I am waiting (for it) to come). The thought hadn’t, until now, crossed my mind, but I won’t cross it out. There are so many places from which to begin and each of these bears its own antecedent.)" Echoes Enough of Echoes of Enough of Me: In Favour of ‘Not Going Anywhere’ Nathalie Stephens