“I could not help but hear the faint clinking of glass containers among the muffled noises… that peculiar, fricative sound of air and liquid. I did not realize that beer produced such a forlorn sobbing.”
– p. 105, The Ruined Map, Kobo Abe
Kobo Abe really harshing my beer-reading buzz.
“The story of man
Makes me sick
I dont know why
Something so conditional
And all talk
Should hurt me so.”
– one stanza from Bowery Blues, Jack Kerouac; p.22, from the collection Pomes All Sizes (punctuation as written).
I haven’t posted here in a while for lots of reasons, but I’m so saddened by the Orlando massacre this week. The Strand Bookstore has put together a great list of LGBTQ+ books, well worth reading at any time, but now more so than ever.