Comes again the longing, the desire that has no name. Is it for Mrs. Prouty, for a drink, for both: for a party, for youth, for the good times, for dear good drinking and fighting comrades, for football-game girls in the fall with faces like flowers? Comes the longing and it has to do with being fifteen and fifty and with the winter sun striking down into a brick-yard and on clapboard walls rounded off with old hard blistered paint and across a doorsill onto linoleum. Desire has a smell: of cold linoleum and gas heat and the sour piebald bark of crepe myrtle. A good-humored thirty-five-year-old lady takes the air in a back lot in a small town.
Walker PercyJews wait for the Lord, Protestants sing hymns to him, Catholics say mass and eat him.
Walker PercyTo become aware of the possibility of the search is to be onto something. Not to be onto something is to be in despair.
Walker PercyIt is possible, however, that the artist is both thin-skinned and prophetic and, like the canary lowered into the mine shaft to test the air, has caught a whiff of something lethal.
Walker PercyStichwörter: artists canaries thanatos
If poets often commit suicide, it is not because their poems are bad but because they are good. Whoever heard of a bad poet committing suicide? The reader is only a little better off. The exhilaration of a good poem lasts twenty minutes, an hour at most.
Unlike the scientist, the artist has reentry problems that are frequent and catastrophic.
Stichwörter: art poetry suicide reentry-problems
He means that he hopes to find himself a girl, the rarest of rare pieces, and live the life of Rudolfo on the balcony, sitting around on the floor and experiencing soul-communications. I have my doubts. In the first place, he will defeat himself, jump ten miles ahead of himself, scare the wits out of some girl with his great choking silences, want her so desperately that by his own peculiar logic he can't have her; or having her, jump another ten miles beyond both of them and end by fleeing to the islands where, propped at the rail of his ship in some rancid port, he will ponder his own loneliness.
Walker PercyLosing hope is not so bad. There's something worse: losing hope and hiding it from yourself.
Walker PercyMy mother refused to let me fail. So I insisted.
Walker PercyStichwörter: adolescence you-re-not-the-boss-of-me
Where there is chance of gain, there is also chance of loss. Whenever one courts great happiness, one also risks malaise.
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There is no pain on this earth like seeing the same woman look at another man the way she once looked at you.
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