"People are getting so fragmented, and part of that is that fewer and fewer people are making a real effort any more to find exactly who they are and to build on that knowledge. Most people are forced to do things they don’t want to most of the time, and so they get to the point where they feel they no longer have any choice about anything important, including who they are. We create our own slavery. But I’m going to keep on getting through, and finding out the kind of man I am, through my music. That’s the one place I can be free."
Charles Mingus (1959)
"Then I must have dozed off, because the next thing I remember is the buzz of conversation down in the garden, and I could see their heads, nine heads hardly moving."
From “A Great Deserted Landscape” by Kjell Askildsen, translated by Seán Kinsella and recommended by Dalkey Archive Press.
Read it for free tomorrow at Recommended Reading.
I’ve been recommending kjell askildsen for about 5 years now. Finally something else by him is getting published in English.
"Not even the worst grief leaves traces; when it feels so overwhelming and lasts for such a long time, it is not because the feelings have set, they can’t do that; they stand still, the way water in a forest mere stands still."
Karl Ove Knausgaard, My Struggle, Vol 1 (via girlfriendontherun)
"For in this world where everything wears out, where everything perishes, there is one thing that collapses and is more completely destroyed than everything else, and leaves fewer traces than beauty itself: and that is grief."
- Marcel Proust
Trains appear often in your novels—what do they symbolize?
Nothing but trains.
The Durutti Column - Sketch for Summer
Late night, end
the last cigarette butt of the day
squeezed in fetal position,
still smoking in the
ashtray. A crane fly flies
towards the roof
like a loose sewing thread
the needle’s eye. Jackhammers
sound like faint sighs
from the open
More Tor Ulven translated in to English please.
Emma Stibbon, Hansa Apartments