Literary Blurt Thread

[Varian P]

for those random, striking, inspirational, disturbing, elevating phrases stumbled over in our rambling reading.

 

[Varian P]

from Henry Miller's "Tropic of Cancer"

slaughterhouses of love

 

[NoJo]

The snotgreen sea. The scrotumtightening sea.

James Joyce

 

[Varian P]

The snotgreen sea. The scrotumtightening sea.

James Joyce

Nice one.

There was a coagulated egg nog incident at mine last night, and someone made a chicken snot simile, and I was thinking snotgreen sea for an hour. I'm off nog for this holiday season. And now, perhaps, you are too. Sorry about that.

 

[entitled]

God is in my bag of sugar.

 

[drksideofthemoon]

...and I sing unto you, children of Israel....

...and the Lord said unto Moses, come fourth...Moses came fifth and spoiled the trifecta...

 

[OhMissScarlett]

Sex is for animals. Love is for fools. -Sebastian Grant

 

[Rumple Foreskin]

"My mother was a virgin, trust me." Emotionally Weird by Kate Atkinson

Rumple Foreskin

 

[entitled]

He dreamed he was a wolf who dreamed he was a man who dreamed he was a wolf who dreamed.

 

[shereads]

Time is an illusion. Lunchtime doubly so.

~ Douglas Addams

 

[Guest]

Let copulation thrive. - King Lear, IV.vi.

 

[Varian P]

"You can get something out of a book, even a bad book...but a cunt, it's just sheer loss of time...." -Henry Miller, Tropic of Cancer

 

[Varian P]

"...in the long term, excess information was even more dangerous than Communist censorship because it provoked not a reaction and the will to resist but instead weariness and resignation."

--Patrick Ourednik, from Europeana: A Brief History of the Twentieth Century​

 

[Varian P]

"...breasts as cool as jelly..."

--Henry Miller, Tropic of Cancer​

 

[Varian P]

And once more from Varian's book of the month:

"...perfumed eyes dipped in the sperm of whales."

--Henry Miller, Tropic of Cancer​

 

[Stella_Omega]

"You can get something out of a book, even a bad book...but a cunt, it's just sheer loss of time...." -Henry Miller, Tropic of Cancer

what an asshole!
Like he had anything better to do anyways.

 

[Varian P]

what an asshole!
Like he had anything better to do anyways.

Well, there was apparently a great deal of wine that needed drinking in 1930's Paris.

 

[Varian P]

"No music except this undefinable dirge manufactured in the subcellar--like a million heads of cauliflower wailing in the dark."

-Henry Miller, Tropic of Cancer​

 

[maggot420]

The Earth quakes and the heavens rattle;
the beasts of nature flock together and the
nations of men flock apart; volcanoes usher up heat while elsewhere water becomes ice and melts;
and then on other days it just rains. ~ unknown

 

[maggot420]

When a successful author analyzes the reasons for his success, he generally underestimates the talent he was born with, and overestimates his skill in emloying it ~W.H. Auden

 

[MichelleLovesTo]

The Grapes of Writing...

John Steinbeck:

I am impelled, not to squeak like a grateful and apologetic mouse, but to roar like a lion out of pride in my profession.


The writer must believe that what he is doing is the most important thing in the world. And he must hold to this illusion even when he knows it is not true.

Writers are a little below clowns and a little above trained seals.


Ideas are like rabbits. You get a couple and learn how to handle them, and pretty soon you have a dozen.


In utter loneliness a writer tries to explain the inexplicable.

 

[Varian P]

donc érotique

"Men and women come together like broods of vultures over a stinking carcass, to mate and fly apart again."

--Henry Miller, Tropic of Cancer​

 

[Guest]

 

[matriarch]

"Come, Watson, come!" he cried. "The game is afoot."
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
The Adventure of Abbey Grange

No matter how many times I hear or read that, it just makes me giggle.

 

[logophile]

"If you're buying this book as a gift for your grandma or a kid, you should be aware that it contains cusswords as well as tasteful depictions of cannibalism and people in their forties having sex. Don't blame me. I told you."
~Christopher Moore, The Stupidest Angel

Also from the same book...
The Warrior Babe of the Outland steered her Honda station wagon down Cypress Stree, stopping every ten feet or so for tourists who were stepping into the street from between parked cars, completely oblivious of any automobile traffic. My kingdon for a razor-blade cowcatcher and Cuisinart wheen covers to cut my path through this herd of ignorant peasant meat, she thought. Then: Whoa, I guess I really do need the meds.