Ross Brighton > Ross's Quotes

“A FEATHER.

A feather is trimmed, it is trimmed by the light and the bug and the post, it is trimmed by little leaning and by all sorts of mounted reserves and loud volumes. It is surely cohesive.”
― Gertrude Stein, Tender Buttons

“we that were wood
when that wide wood was

in a physical Universe playing with


words

bark be my limbs my hair be leaf
Bride be my bow my lyre my quiver ”
― Susan Howe

“What cannot be said above all must not be silenced but written.”
― Jacques Derrida

“All writing is garbage. People who come out of nowhere to try and put into words any part of what goes on in their minds are pigs. ”
― Antonin Artaud

“Schwarze Milch der Frühe wir trinken dich nachts
wir trinken dich mittags und morgens wir trinken dich abends
wir trinken und trinken
ein Mann wohnt im Haus dein goldenes Haar Margarete
dein aschenes Haar Sulamith er spielt mit den Schlangen
Er ruft spielt süßer den Tod der Tod ist ein Meister aus Deutschland
er ruft streicht dunkler die Geigen dann steigt ihr als Rauch in die Luft
dann habt ihr ein Grab in den Wolken da liegt man nicht eng”
― Paul Celan

“EINMAL,
da hörte ich ihn
da wusch er de Welt,
ungesehn, nactlang,
wirklich.

Eins und Unendlich,
Vernichtet,
Ichten.

Licht war. Rettung.”
― Paul Celan

“Writing has nothing to do with meaning. It has to do with landsurveying and cartography, including the mapping of countries yet to come.”
― Gilles Deleuze

“It is at work everywhere, functioning smoothly at times, at other times in fits and starts. It breathes, it heats, it eats. It shits and fucks. What a mistake to have ever said the id.”
― Gilles Deleuze, Anti-Oedipus: Capitalism and Schizophrenia

“As Gregor Samsa awoke one morning from uneasy dreams he found himself transformed in his bed into a gigantic insect.”
― Franz Kafka, The Metamorphosis

“Is it not first through the voice that one becomes animal?”
― Deleuze, Mille plateaux

“And so it goes...”
― Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five

“I celebrate myself, and sing myself,
And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.

I loafe and invite my soul,
I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.

32. I think I could turn and live with animals, they're so placid and self-contained,
I stand and look at them and long.

They do not sweat and whine about their condition.
They do not lie awake in the dark and weep for their sins.
They do not make me sick discussiong their duty to God,
Not one is dissatisfied, not one is demented with the mania of owning things,
Not one kneels to another, nor to his kind that lived thousands of years ago,
Not one is respectable or unhappy over the earth.

52. The spotted hawk swoops by and accuses me, he complains of my gab and loitering.

I too am not a bit tamed, I too am untranslatable,
I sound my barbaric YAWP over the roofs of the world.”
― Walt Whitman, Song of Myself

“Dreamt all night of horticulture prospects of
in northland futures for horticulturalists versed
in cut-ups developing new strains new fruits
as for example "tremeloes”
― Wystan Curnow, Cancer Daybook

“A
Round of fiddles playing Bach.”
― Louis Zukofsky, “A”

“A light white, a disgras, an ink spot, a rosy charm.”
― Gertrude Stein, Tender Buttons

“Everything was beautiful and nothing hurt.”
― Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five

“The sea, the snotgreen sea, the scrotumtightening sea.”
― James Joyce, Ulysses

“I was a Flower of the mountain yes when I put the rose in my hair like the Andalusian girls used or shall I wear a red yes and how he kissed me under the Moorish wall and I thought well as well him as another and then I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would I yes to say yes my mountain flower and first I put my arms around him yes and drew him down to me so he could feel my breasts all perfume yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will Yes.”
― James Joyce, Ulysses

“Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster. And if you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you.”
― Friedrich Nietzsche

“When I speak, I speaks.”
― Robert Creeley

“Where the bee sucks, there suck I
In the cow-slip's bell i lie
There I couch when owls do cry”
― William Shakespeare, The Tempest

“I have to get to the other side of the animal”
― Ariana Reines, The Cow

“I have always imagined that Paradise will be a kind of library.”
― Jorge Luis Borges

“He told me that in 1886 he had invented an original system of numbering and that in a very few days he had gone beyond the twenty-four-thousand mark. He had not written it down, since anything he thought of once would never be lost to him. His first stimulus was, I think, his discomfort at the fact that the famous thirty-three gauchos of Uruguayan history should require two signs and two words, in place of a single word and a single sign. He then applied this absurd principle to the other numbers. In place of seven thousand thirteen he would say (for example) Maximo Pérez; in place of seven thousand fourteen, The Railroad; other numbers were Luis Melián Lafinur, Olimar, sulphur, the reins, the whale, the gas, the caldron, Napoleon, Agustin de Vedia. In place of five hundred, he would say nine. Each word had a particular sign, a kind of mark; the last in the series were very complicated...”
― Jorge Luis Borges, Labyrinths: Selected Stories and Other Writings

“And yet I built this house as my pioneer theme

along the perforation of my very own toilet roll.

For perforation read wipe of shit.

The shit of for shit

read this

an Amazon for Amazon

read Emerson.”
― Steve McCaffery

“There is nothing more mysterious than a TV set left on in an empty room. It is even stranger than a man talking to himself or a woman standing dreaming at her stove. It is as if another planet is communicating with you. Suddenly the TV reveals itself for what it really is; a video of another world, ultimately addressed to no one at all, delivering its own message.”
― Jean Baudrillard, America

“Did you ever want to set someone's head on fire, just to see what it looked like? Did you ever stand in the street and think to yourself, I could make that nun go blind just by giving her a kiss? Did you ever lay out plans for stitching babies and stray cats into a Perfect New Human? Did you ever stand naked surrounded by people who want your gleaming sperm, squirting frankincense, soma and testosterone from every pore? If so, then you're the bastard who stole my drugs Friday night. And I'll find you. Oh, yes.”
― Warren Ellis, Transmetropolitan, Vol. 5: Lonely City

“I wish you would be more true to your demographic profile. Life is confusing enough.”
― Tony Kushner, Angels in America

“It's D-day for King Kong Lookalikes”
― Bruce Andrews, I Don't Have Any Paper So Shut Up: (or, Social Romanticism)

“The creative act is not performed by the artist alone; the spectator brings the work in contact with the external world by deciphering and interpreting its inner qualifications and thus adds his contribution to the creative act.”
― Marcel Duchamp