"we must raise reading to the height of poetry, making it an equivalent art." —Hélène Cixous, Three Steps on the Ladder of Writing
it seems to me that there is something immoral—because inattentive—about reading when your body is in transit.
History is not merely something to be read. And it does not refer merely, or even principally, to the past...history is literally present in all that we do.
High speed is a menace to memory, because memory depends on time and spatial awareness.
Robert Walser (The Walk): "I shall never understand, how it can be called a pleasure to hurtle past all the images and objects which our beautiful earth displays, as if one had gone mad and had to accelerate for fear of despair."
Milan Kundera (Slowness): "There is a bond between slowness and memory, between speed and forgetting. [...] The degree of slowness is directly proportional to the intensity of memory; the degree of speed is directly proportional to the intensity of forgetting."
the artist is engaged, eternally and infernally, but also joyously—even ecstatically—in a creative process that cannot recognize itself. It is a process [...] that in one sense is of the world but in another draws its maker out of this world. The artist is drawn into a state of intensely anxious scrutiny of both self and world that, if the conditions are right, may give rise to a voice, a narrative, a vision, that hails from somewhere far beyond the artist's ken.
Art is the realm that testifies to the fact that for humans it is not sufficient merely to live, breathe, consume, breed, die. Art, in its primordial re-presentation of the world, signals the suffering engendered by our outside-ness to nature.