i’ve been amassing so many books this summer that i’m having serious worries about how i’m supposed to get them all home with me
the two recent acquisitions:
- friday afternoon i went looking for more fiction to read (i finished the cortazar stories and didn’t feel like starting hopscotch) and ended up getting bolano’s savage detectives—i was buying a $15 copy and the clerk kindly pointed out that there was a cheaper one selling for $8 and let buy it even though it was under the credit card minimum
- saturday night, on the way between a friend’s pop-up and a movie theater (to see the witch who came from the sea) i got rilke’s letters to a young poet for $3 from a street vendor
The poverty of the sunrise in Richard Strauss’ ‘Alpine Symphony’ results not only from its banal sequences but from its very splendour. For no sunrise, even in mountains, is pompous, triumphal, imperial; each one is faint and timorous, like a hope that all may yet be well, and it is this very unobtrusiveness of the mightiest light that is moving and overpowering.
Theodor W. Adorno, Minima Moralia