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I had never before been a special fan of that great comedian Phyllis Diller, but she utterly won my heart this week by sending me an envelope that, when opened, contained a torn-off square of brown-bag paper of the kind suitable for latrine duty in an ill-run correctional facility. Duly unfurled, it carried a handwritten salutation reading as follows: Money's scarce Times are hard Here's your f****** Xmas card I could not possibly improve on the sentiment, but I don't think it ought to depend on the current austerities. Isn't Christmas a moral and aesthetic nightmare whether or not the days are prosperous? ↗
If you wrote something for which someone sent you a cheque, if you cashed the cheque and it didn't bounce, and if you then paid the light bill with the money, I consider you talented. ↗
Judas became the spokesman of all those who through the centuries would protest the ornamentation of the Christian cult and would feel that, when the best of gold and jewels were given to the God Who made them, there was some slight made to the poor - not because they were interested in the poor, but because they were envious of that wealth. ↗
Did you find anything special?' Blackie asked. T. nodded. 'Come over here,' he said, 'and look.' Out of both pockets he drew bundles of pound notes. 'Old Misery's savings,' he said. 'Mike ripped out the mattress, but he missed them.' 'What are you going to do? Share them?' 'We aren't thieves,' T. said. 'Nobody's going to steal anything from this house. I kept these for you and me - a celebration.' He knelt down on the floor and counted them out - there were seventy in all. 'We'll burn them,' he said, 'one by one,' and taking it in turns they held a note upwards and lit the top corner, so that the flame burnt slowly towards their fingers. The grey ash floated above them and fell on their heads like age. 'I'd like to see Old Misery's face when we are through,' T. said. 'You hate him a lot?' Blackie asked. 'Of course I don't hate him,' T. said. 'There'd be no fun if I hated him.' The last burning note illuminated his brooding face. 'All this hate and love,' he said, 'it's soft, it's hooey. There's only things, Blackie,' and he looked round the room crowded with the unfamiliar shadows of half things, broken things, former things. 'I'll race you home, Blackie,' he said. ("The Destructors") ↗
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…bu kitap minimalist bir ressamla ilgili ve konu minimalist sanat olduğu zaman fark ettim ki ben agnostik hatta belki ateistim. Bu kelimeleri kullanıyorum çünkü bence minimalizme ya inanırsınız ya da inanmazsınız -bir Hockney, bir Hopper ya da bir Monet söz konusu olduğunda size tanınmayan bir şanstır bu. Karşımızda Irwin var (şans bu ya sevilesi, düşünceli bir adam) turuncu bir zemin üzerinde türlü düz çizgilerden ibaret olan en son desen çizimleriyle: “Bakınca… tablolara algısal açıdan, gözünüzün havanın, uzayın hatta kısacık bir mesafenin orta yerinde takılı kaldığını fark ediyorsunuz: varlığınızın uzay-zaman süreklisinde kaynaşıyor uzay ve zaman. Tam bir meditasyon halinde buluyorsunuz kendinizi.” Size böyle bir şey olmazsa ne olacak? Demek istediğim, herkese olmuyordur herhalde bu, öyle değil mi? Ne kalıyor o zaman elinizde? Katoliklerin de komünyon ayinine katıldığınız zaman olabileceklerle ilgili benzer bir iddiada bulunabilecekleri geldi aklıma. İsa’nın bedeniyle incecik bir ekmek parçası arasında çok büyük bir fark var. ↗
Bliss, I don’t normally do things like that. But I was second-guessing everything about coming here, and you were everything I needed. I don’t know how many times I’ve stopped myself from coming over here and knocking on your door. And yes, seeing you with Cade was definitely motivation, but more than that… I just like you, Bliss. As a teacher. As a person. As a guy. --Garrick ↗
