The book should be the written counterpart of the unwritten world; its subject should be what does not exist and cannot exist except when written, but whose absence is obscurely felt by that which exists, in its own incompleteness.
Italo CalvinoTags: writing
How well I would write if I were not here! If between the white page and the writing of words and stories that take shape and disappear without anyone's ever writing them there were not interposed that uncomfortable partition which is my person! Style, taste, individual philosophy, subjectivity, cultural background, real experience, psychology, talent, tricks of the trade: all the elements that make what I write recognizable as mine seem to me a cage that restricts my possibilities. If I were only a hand, a severed hand that grasps a pen and writes...who would move this hand? The anonymous throng? The spirit of the times? The collective unconscious? I do not know.
Italo CalvinoTags: writing
هو يواصل المجئ الي هذا المقهي كل مساء ليراها, لينكأ الجرح القديم من جديد,
وهي تأتي الي هذا المقهي كل مساء, ربما عمّدا لتوجعه, أو لعلها تأمل في أن تصبح عادة الوجع عنده عادة شأن أي عادة أخري, أن تتخذ طعم العدّم الذي غطي فمها وحياتها لسنوات.
A human being becomes human not through the casual convergence of certain biological conditions, but through an act of will and love on the part of other people. If this is not the case, then humanity becomes — as it is already to a large extent — no more than a rabbit-warren. But this is no longer a “free-range” warren but a “battery” one, in the conditions of artificiality in which it lives, with artificial light and chemical feed.
Italo CalvinoTags: responsibility abortion human-life
What is more natural than that a solidity, a complicity, a bond should be established between Reader and Reader, thanks to the book?
You can leave the bookshop content, you, a man who thought that the period where you could still expect something from life had ended. You are bearing with you two different expectations, and both promise days of pleasant hopes; the expectation contained in the book - of a reading experience you are impatient to resume - and the expectation contained in that telephone number - of hearing again the vibrations, a times treble and at times smoldering, of that voice, when it will answer your first phone call in a while, in fact tomorrow, with the fragile pretext of the book, to ask her if she likes it or not, to tell her how many pages you have read or not read, to suggest to her that you meet again...
The unconscious is the ocean of the unsayable, of what has been expelled from the land of language, removed as a result of ancient prohibitions.
Italo Calvino...the world was trying to change its old face and show its underbelly of earth and roots.
Italo CalvinoYou're the absolute protagonist of this book, very well; but do you believe that gives you the right to have carnal relations with all the female characters?
Italo CalvinoAnd I see the houses of the human race perched on the edge of the sea, shipwrecked in their false neighborliness.
Italo CalvinoSözlerim, senin etrafında hangi ülkeyi kurarsa kursun, bu sarayın yerinde kazıklar üzerine kurulmuş bir köy de olsa, meltem sana çamur dolu bir nehir ağzının kokusunu da getirse sen, hep kendi durduğun yere benzer bir yerden göreceksin onu.
Italo Calvino« first previous
Page 27 of 30.
next last »
Data privacy
Imprint
Contact
Diese Website verwendet Cookies, um Ihnen die bestmögliche Funktionalität bieten zu können.