Geoff Dyer (I confess I know the name but not his work) on his reader's block:
I've always whined about readers blocks but mine get deeper, last longer, now that I'm older. I don't exaggerate when I say losing my ability to read novels for hours in bed (ten minutes now average, half hour on good day; my eyes whine, I can either nap or get up) over the past three years has devastated my reading habits (as has this asshat blog, but that's another....)I think of those sublime periods of lamp-lit solitude when, in Wallace Stevens’s phrase, “the reader became the book.” It can still happen, but it has something of the character of the occasional lovemaking of a long-married couple in that it reminds me of how things have changed, of how infrequently I am now consumed by a passion that was once routine. Losing myself in J. M. Coetzee’s Booker-winning Disgrace, I remember how I used to pass from one book to another in a tranced relay of imagined worlds. Looking at André Kertész’s photographs of readers sharing—however precariously perched—in the repose of the text, I find myself wondering and remembering.
Can't blame my eyes for the current life blocks, which is different in that it's not a matter of not enough, it's a matter of too much all at once, which should be a good thing. Or rather, it's a good thing that I've got into a lazy habit of thinking a bad thing, or rather yet, I need to stop pretending I'm not having any fun swimming against - and losing to - clusterfuckery's current. You just think you've seen Kind.
- Just because Obama is a fucker doesn't lessen fucking 666's fuckery.
- Assorted horrors. (And throw some $$$ Silbur's way if you can afford it.)
- No other options.
- A tiny but almost satisfying heh.
- Dana Milbank's new crush.
- My imminent future hell. I cross that bridge, in the course of a year, probably 1000 times. When looking at the map of the detour, that purple trapezoid? I live in the middle. And if county road engineers don't think people aren't going to use Beach Drive, they are morons.
- TB @ GW!
- Borders. Dopes.
- Silliman's always generous lit-links.
- Horrifying news!
- My autobiographical soundtrack too!
- The ledge.
- Charlotte Anne.
"...The use of condoms offers substantial protection, but does not guarantee total protection and that while there is no evidence that deep kissing has resulted in transfer of the virus, no one can say that such transmission would be absolutely impossible." --The Surgeon General, 1987
I know you won't mind if I ask you to put this on. It's for your protection as well as mine--Wait. Wait. Here, before we rush into anything I've bought a condom for each one of your fingers. And here-- just a minute--Open up. I'll help you put this one on, over your tongue. I was thinking: If we leave these two rolled, you can wear them as patches over your eyes. Partners have been known to cry, shed tears, bodily fluids, at all this trust, at even the thought of this closeness.