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Illuminations: Essays and Reflections
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“Writers are really people who write books not because they are poor, but because they are dissatisfied with the books which they could buy but do not like.”
― Illuminations: Essays and Reflections
― Illuminations: Essays and Reflections
“How many cities have revealed themselves to me in the marches I undertook in the pursuit of books!”
― Illuminations: Essays and Reflections
― Illuminations: Essays and Reflections
“It is the task of the translator to release in his own language that pure language that is under the spell of another, to liberate the language imprisoned in a work in his re-creation of that work.”
― Illuminations: Essays and Reflections
― Illuminations: Essays and Reflections
“You could tell a lot about a man by the books he keeps - his tastes, his interest, his habits.”
― Illuminations: Essays and Reflections
― Illuminations: Essays and Reflections
“Every morning brings us news of the globe, and yet we are poor in noteworthy stories. This is because no event comes to us without being already shot through with explanation. In other words, by now almost nothing that happens benefits storytelling; almost everything benefits information. Actually, it is half the art of storytelling to keep a story free from explanation as one reproduces it. . . . The most extraordinary things, marvelous things, are related with the greatest accuracy, but the psychological connection of the event is not forced on the reader. It is left up to him to interpret things the way he understands them, and thus the narrative achieves an amplitude that information lacks.”
― Illuminations: Essays and Reflections
― Illuminations: Essays and Reflections
“No poem is intended for the reader, no picture for the beholder, no symphony for the listener.”
― Illuminations: Essays and Reflections
― Illuminations: Essays and Reflections
“This process of assimilation, which takes place in depth, requires a state of relaxation that is becoming rarer and rarer. If sleep is the apogee of physical relaxation, boredom is the apogee of mental relaxation. Boredom is the dream bird that hatches the egg of experience. A rustling in the leaves drives him away. His nesting places - the activities that are intimately associated with boredom - are already extinct in the cities and are declining in the country as well. With this the gift for listening is lost and the community of listeners disappears. For storytelling is always the art of repeated stories, and this art is lost when the stories are no longer retained.”
― Illuminations: Essays and Reflections
― Illuminations: Essays and Reflections
“Death is the sanction of everything the story-teller can tell. He has borrowed his authority from death.”
― Illuminations: Essays and Reflections
― Illuminations: Essays and Reflections
“The important thing for the remembering author is not what he experienced, but the weaving of his memory, the Penelope work of recollection. Or should one call it, rather, the Penelope work of forgetting? ... And is not his work of spontaneous recollection, in which remembrance is the woof and forgetting the warp, a counterpart to Penelope's work rather than its likeness? For here the day unravels what the night has woven. When we awake each morning, we hold in our hands, usually weakly and loosely, but a few fringes of the tapestry of a lived life, as loomed for us by forgetting. However, with our purposeful activity and, even more, our purposive remembering each day unravels the web and the ornaments of forgetting.”
― Illuminations: Essays and Reflections
― Illuminations: Essays and Reflections
“What has been forgotten.... is never something purely individual.”
― Illuminations: Essays and Reflections
― Illuminations: Essays and Reflections
“A generation that had gone to school on a horse-drawn streetcar now stood under the open sky in a countryside in which nothing remained unchanged but the clouds, and beneath these clouds, in a field of force of destructive torrents and explosions, was the tiny, fragile human body.”
― Illuminations: Essays and Reflections
― Illuminations: Essays and Reflections
“Any order is a balancing act of extreme precariousness.”
― Illuminations: Essays and Reflections
― Illuminations: Essays and Reflections
“We do not always proclaim loudly the most important thing we have to say. Nor do we always privately share it with those closest to us, our intimate friends, those who have been most devotedly ready to receive our confession.”
― Illuminations: Essays and Reflections
― Illuminations: Essays and Reflections
“Even the most perfect reproduction of a work of art is lacking in one element: its presence in time and space, its unique existence at the place where it happens to be.”
― Illuminations: Essays and Reflections
― Illuminations: Essays and Reflections
“Fragments of a vessel which are to be glued together must match one another in the smallest details, although they need not be like one another. In the same way a translation, instead of resembling the meaning of the original, must lovingly and in detail incorporate the original's mode of signification, thus making both the original and the translation recognizable as fragments of a greater language, just as fragments are part of a vessel.”
― Illuminations: Essays and Reflections
― Illuminations: Essays and Reflections
“Languages are not strangers to on another.”
― Illuminations: Essays and Reflections
― Illuminations: Essays and Reflections
“As Hegel put it, only when it is dark does the owl of Minerva begin its flight. Only in extinction is the collector comprehend.”
― Illuminations: Essays and Reflections
― Illuminations: Essays and Reflections
“To articulate the past historically does not mean to recognize it ‘the way it really was’ (Ranke). It means to seize hold of a memory as it flashes up at a moment of danger. Historical materialism wishes to retain that image of the past which unexpectedly appears to man singled out by history at a moment of danger. The danger affects both the content of the tradition and its receivers. The same threat hangs over both: that of becoming a tool of the ruling classes. In every era the attempt must be made anew to wrest tradition away from a conformism that is about to overpower it. The Messiah comes not only as the redeemer, he comes as the subduer of Antichrist. Only that historian will have the gift of fanning the spark of hope in the past who is firmly convinced that even the dead will not be safe from the enemy if he wins. And this enemy has not ceased to be victorious.”
― Illuminations: Essays and Reflections
― Illuminations: Essays and Reflections
“The camera introduces us to unconscious optics as does psychoanalysis to unconscious impulses.”
― Illuminations: Essays and Reflections
― Illuminations: Essays and Reflections
“Thus there is in the life of a collector a dialectical tensions between the poles of disorder and order.”
― Illuminations: Essays and Reflections
― Illuminations: Essays and Reflections
“From this story it may be seen what the nature of true storytelling is. The value of information does not survive the moment in which it was new. It lives only at that moment; it has to surrender to it completely and explain itself to it without losing any time. A story is different. It does not expend itself. It preserves and concentrates its strength and is capable of releasing it even after a long time.”
― Illuminations: Essays and Reflections
― Illuminations: Essays and Reflections
“A man listening to a story is in the company of the storyteller; even a man reading one shares this companionship. The reader of a novel, however, is isolated, more so than any other reader(For even the reader of a poem is ready to utter the words, for the benefit of the listener.) In this solitude of his, the reader of
a novel seizes upon his material more jealously than anyone else. He is ready to make it completely his own, to devour it, as it were. Indeed, he destroys, he swallows up the material as the fire devours logs in the fireplace. The suspense which permeates the novel is
very much like the draft which stimulates the flame in the fireplace and enlivens its play.”
― Illuminations: Essays and Reflections
a novel seizes upon his material more jealously than anyone else. He is ready to make it completely his own, to devour it, as it were. Indeed, he destroys, he swallows up the material as the fire devours logs in the fireplace. The suspense which permeates the novel is
very much like the draft which stimulates the flame in the fireplace and enlivens its play.”
― Illuminations: Essays and Reflections
“Our taverns and our metropolitan streets, our offices and furnished rooms, our railroad stations and our factories appeared to have us locked up hopelessly. Then came the film and burst this prison-world asunder by the dynamite of the tenth of a second, so that now, in the midst of its far-clung ruins and debris, we calmly and adventurously go traveling.”
― Illuminations: Essays and Reflections
― Illuminations: Essays and Reflections
“The equipment-free aspect of reality here has become the height of artifice; the sight of immediate reality has become an orchid in the land of technology.”
― Illuminations: Essays and Reflections
― Illuminations: Essays and Reflections
“The value of information does not survive the moment in which it was new. It lives only at that moment; it has to surrender to it completely and explain itself to it without losing any time. A story is different. It does not expend itself. It preserves and concentrates its strength and is capable of releasing it even after a long time.”
― Illuminations: Essays and Reflections
― Illuminations: Essays and Reflections
“This is how one pictures the angel of history. His face is turned toward the past. Where we perceive a chain of events, he sees one single catastrophe which keeps piling wreckage upon wreckage and hurls it in front of his feet. The angel would like to stay, awaken the dead, and make whole what has been smashed. But a storm is blowing from Paradise; it has got caught in his wings with such violence that the angel can no longer close them. This storm irresistibly propels him into the future to which his back is turned, while the pile of debris before him grows skyward. This storm is what we call progress.”
― Illuminations: Essays and Reflections
― Illuminations: Essays and Reflections
“Anyone who cannot cope with life while he is alive needs one hand to ward off a little his despair over his fate . . . but with his other hand he can jot down what he sees among the ruins, for he sees different and more things than the others; after all, he is dead in his own lifetime and the real survivor.” —Franz Kafka, Diaries, entry of October 19, 1921”
― Illuminations: Essays and Reflections
― Illuminations: Essays and Reflections
“The point is that in society everybody must answer the question of what he is—as distinct from the question of who he is—”
― Illuminations: Essays and Reflections
― Illuminations: Essays and Reflections
“To do justice to the figure of Kafka it its purity and peculiar beauty one must never lose sight of one thing; it is the purity and beauty of failure. The circumstances of this failure are manifold. One is tempted to say: once he was certain of eventual failure, everything worked out for him en route as in a dream. There is nothing more memorable that the fervor with which Kafka emphasized his failure.”
― Illuminations: Essays and Reflections
― Illuminations: Essays and Reflections
“meaning is never found in relative independence, as in individual words or sentences; rather, it is in a constant state of flux –”
― Illuminations
― Illuminations
