Flynneapolis
March 2012
25 posts
The Playboy Interview, 1966
- PLAYBOY: Some people might feel that you're trying to cop out of fighting for the things you believe in.
- DYLAN: Those would be people who think I have some sort of responsibility toward them. They probably want me to help them make friends. I don't know. They probably either want to set me in their house and have me come out every hour and tell them what time it is, or else they just want to stick me in between the mattress. How could they possibly understand what I believe in?
- PLAYBOY: Well, what do you believe in?
- DYLAN: I already told you.
“The Catholic writer, insofar as he has the mind of the Church, will feel life from the standpoint of the central Christian mystery: that it has, for all its horror, been found by God to be worth dying for.”
—Flannery O’Connor (via dailyflanneryoc)
“I dream about a kind of criticism that would try not to judge but to bring an oeuvre, a book, a sentence, an idea to life; it would light fires, watch the grass grow, listen to the wind, and catch the sea foam in the breeze and scatter it. It would multiply not judgments but signs of existence; it would summon them, drag them from their sleep. Perhaps it would invent them sometimes — all the better. Criticism that hands down sentences sends me to sleep; I’d like a criticism of scintillating leaps of imagination. It would not be sovereign or dressed in red. It would bear the lightning of possible storms.”
—Michel Foucault (via viafrank)
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Since it’s St. Patrick’s Day, I thought I’d share Nobel laureate Seamus Heaney reading his poem “Keeping Going.”
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“Probably all of us, writers and readers alike, set out into exile, or at least into a certain kind of exile, when we leave childhood behind. Which would lead to the conclusion that the exiled person or the category of exile doesn’t exist, especially in regards to literature. The immigrant, the nomad, the traveler, the sleepwalker all exist, but not the exile, since every writer becomes an exile simply by venturing into literature, and every reader becomes an exile simply by opening a book.”
—“Exiles,” Roberto Bolaño (via kelsfjord)
“Ninety-nine percent of the world’s lovers are not with their first choice. That’s what makes the jukebox play.”
—Willie Nelson (via ratticus)
Rushmore (demo)
Spencer Tweedy
“Rushmore” — Spencer Tweedy
Recorded a new demo this weekend.
“The Catholic, using his own eyes and the eyes of the Church (when he is inclined to open them) is in a most favorable position to recognize the grotesque…”
—Flannery O’Connor (via dailyflanneryoc)
