Thursday, February 12, 2026

Influences (viii)

 




"They were watching, out

there past men's knowing, where stars are drowning

and whales ferry their vast souls through


the black and seamless sea."





Cormac McCarthy

Blood Meridian or the Evening Redness in the West




























Tuesday, February 10, 2026

Influences (vii)

 



"The truth about the world, he said, is that

anything is possible. Had you not seen it all

from birth and thereby bled it of its strangeness


it would appear to you for what it is, a hat trick

in a medicine show, a fevered dream, a trance bepopulate with chimeras

having neither analogue nor precedent, an

itinerant carnival, a migratory tentshow


whose ultimate destination after many a pitch in many a mudded field

is unspeakable and calamitous beyond reckoning."



Cormac McCarthy

Blood Meridian or the Evening Redness in the West



























Thursday, February 5, 2026

Influences (vi)

 




"Anger, of course, overcomes all hesitations
and can thus replace the primary reason

precisely because it is no reason at all."



Fyodor Dostoyevsky
Notes From Underground



























Wednesday, February 4, 2026

Influences (v)

 



"He remembered that Colonel Gerineldo Marquez had once promised to get him a horse with a white star on its face and then he had never spoken about it again. Then he went on toward scattered episodes but he brought them back without any judgement because since he could not think of anything else, he had learned to think coldly so that inescapable memories would not touch any feeling."



Gabriel Garcia Marquez
One Hundred Years of Solitude



























Sunday, February 1, 2026

Influences (iv)

 





"Aureliano Serrador had left his girlfriend at her parents' house after having taken her to the movies and was returning through the well-lighted Street of the Turks when someone in the crowd who was never identified fired a revolver shot which knocked him over into a caldron of boiling lard."


Gabriel Garcia Marquez
One Hundred Years of Solitude






























Tuesday, January 27, 2026

Shakespeare, (v)

 


"Thou hast not half that power to do me harm
As I have to be hurt. Oh gull! Oh dolt
As ignorant as dirt! Thou hast done a deed, --
I care not for thy sword"



William Shakespeare
Othello, The Moor Of Venice Act IV Scene II




























Sunday, January 25, 2026

Shakespeare (iv)

 



"What studied torments, tyrant, hast for me?
What wheels? racks? fires? what flaying? boiling
in leads or oils? what older or newer torture
Must I receive, whose every word deserves
To taste of thy most worst? Thy tyranny
Together working with thy jealousies,--"


William Shakespeare
The Winter's Tale, Act III Scene III



























Friday, January 23, 2026

Shakespeare (iii)

 


"O, he's as tedious
As is a tired horse, a railing wife;
Worse than a smoky house: --I had rather live
With cheese and garlic in a windmill, far,
Than feed on cates and have him talk to me
In any summer-house in Christiandom."


William Shakespeare
First Part Of King Henry IV, Act III Scene I





























Wednesday, January 21, 2026

Shakespeare (ii)

 





"Drink, servant-monster, when I bid thee:
thy eyes are almost set in thy head."


William Shakespeare
The Tempest, Act III Scene II



























Tuesday, January 20, 2026

Shakespeare


"I cannot tell: --things must be as they
may: men may sleep, and they may have their
throats about them at that time; and, some
say, knives have edges. It must be as it may:
though patience be a tired mare, yet she will
plod. There must be conclusions. Well, I
cannot tell."

William Shakespeare
Henry V, Act 2, Scene 1


























Monday, January 19, 2026

Influences, iii


"Antony,

Leave thy lascivious wassails. When thou once

Was beaten from Modena, where thou slew’st

Hirsius and Pansa, consuls, at thy heel

Did famine follow, whom thou fought’st against,

Though daintily brought up, with patience more

Than savages could suffer. Thou didst drink

The stale of horses and the gilded puddle

Which beasts would cough at. Thy palate then did

deign

The roughest berry on the rudest hedge.

Yea, like the stag when snow the pasture sheets,

The barks of trees thou browsèd. On the Alps

It is reported thou didst eat strange flesh

Which some did die to look on. And all this—

It wounds thine honor that I speak it now—

Was borne so like a soldier that thy cheek

So much as lanked not."



William Shakespeare

Antony And Cleopatra, Act 1 Scene 4