Jon Savage [on west London’s empty “breathing spaces” circa 1977], “Interzone,” Dazed & Confused May 2012 (p. 18)
There was space to move, to think and daydream… and these places weren’t even inhabited by people. These places were blank, they were interzones.
MG: …And in your latest novel, C, you talk a lot about static: you call it ‘the sound of thinking’.
TMC: Yes. That’s where Serge, the hero, is listening to the radio. But there’s another bit in that book where he’s playing a record and he lets it run on after it’s finished to listen to the static at the end, and he hears a huge amount of information in all that silence.
– Tom McCarthy and Margarita Gluzberg, “Circuits and Loops,” BOMBlog 4 May 2012
Emil Cioran, Tears and Saints
Is it possible that existence is our exile and nothingness our home?
“I often feel one drink away from whatever makes dogs hump women’s legs.”
– Greg Baxter, A Preparation for Death (2010)
“Ah ! princesse, vous n’êtes pas Guermantes pour des prunes.”
– Marcel Proust, A la recherche du temps perdu