September 23, 2017

For her book “The Submerged State,” she asked a scientifically selected sample of 1,400 Americans whether they had ever used a government social program. Only 43 percent copped to having done so. Then she read off 21 social programs, such as Medicare and the home-mortgage interest deduction, and asked the same question again: Have you ever used a government social program? This time, 96 percent said yes, in fact, they had. (Klein)


Two Darknesses

September 21, 2017

“All they really knew were two darknesses, the darkness of their lives, which was now closing in on them, and the darkness of the movies, which had blinded them to that other darkness, and in which they now, vindictively, dreamed, at once more together than they were at any other time, and more alone.” (James Baldwin, Sonny’s Blues.)

September 19, 2017

A son pied, des vendeurs de courges, de melons d’eau, de bouquets de ciboulette, de cerfeuil et d’aneth

September 16, 2017

The Page of the R’s or: “much feels like it’s happening although nothing is moving”


September 14, 2017

Ticking is: “A strong cotton or linen fabric used to cover pillows and mattresses.” Etymology. Images. I come across it in the first paragraph of Flannery O’Connor’s “The Artificial Nigger” which is also just a great paragraph:

Mr. Head awakened to discover that the room was full of moonlight. He sat up and stared at the floor boards –the color of silver– and then at the ticking of his pillow, which might have been brocade, and after a second, he saw half of the moon five feet away in his shaving mirror, paused as if it were waiting for his permission to enter. It rolled forward and cast a dignifying light on everything. The straight chair against the wall looked stiff and attentive as if it were awaiting an order and Mr. Head’s trousers, hanging to the back of it, had an almost noble air, like the garment some great man had just flung to his servant; but the face on the moon was a grave one. It gazed across the room and out the window where it floated over the horse stall and appeared to contemplate itself with the look of a young man who sees his old age before him.”