“ I used to tell stories to Mary, stories of my childhood and immigrant adventures, stories I had picked up from other people. But I had become tired of telling them, tired of listening to them. In Chicago, I had found myself longing for the Sarajevo way of doing it—Sarajevans told stories ever aware that the listeners’ attention might flag, so they exaggerated and embellished and sometimes downright lied to keep it up. You listened, rapt, ready to laugh, indifferent to doubt or implausibility. There was a storytelling code of solidarity—you did not sabotage someone else’s narration if it was satisfying to the audience, or you could expect one of your stories to be sabotaged one day, too. Disbelief was permanently suspended, for nobody expected truth or information, just the pleasure of being in the story and, maybe, passing it off as their own. It was different in America: the incessant perpetuation of collective fantasies makes people crave the truth and nothing but the truth—reality is the fastest American commodity. ”
Aleksandar Hemon’s “Lazarus Project”
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Maurice Blanchot
22 September 1907 - 20 February 2003
David Harvey’s introductory lecture on Marx’s Capital.
![Glenn Gould (as Theodore Slutz w/ a New Jersey accent)-
You’ve disappeared into your own rule book, Mr Gould. [over his shoulder] What happens to the Performer? Huh? Do you keep that part of yourself chained to a dungeon wall, or what?](http://21.media.tumblr.com/PdT90TWHme4ccvd4pX3DqIIho1_400.jpg)
Glenn Gould (as Theodore Slutz w/ a New Jersey accent)-
You’ve disappeared into your own rule book, Mr Gould. [over his shoulder] What happens to the Performer? Huh? Do you keep that part of yourself chained to a dungeon wall, or what?
“Everything you say is boring and incomprehensible,” she said, “but that alone doesn’t make it true.”
You have to publish, so that you’re done with what you have to say. Or you destroy everything, burn it in the oven. Just like my mother out of rage burnt the one photo of my father, I burnt whole novels. No great loss.
—Thinking about upper body strength and Halloween approaching
‘It is always the same me that does not come toward the same self that is waiting for it, always’.
