Every book in the world is out there waiting to be read by me.
Roberto BolañoWith every day that passes I am more convinced that the act of writing is a concious act of humility.
Roberto BolañoRight now you can cry and let your image dissolve
on the windshields of cars parked along
the Boardwalk. But you can't lose yourself.
And quick strokes of other less intimate adventures
Flashed in her wounded eyes like fireflies.
Brief like beauty,
Absolute beauty,
That which contains all the world's majesty and misery
And which is only visible to those who love.
According to Padilla, remembered Amalfitano, all literature could be classified as heterosexual, homosexual, or bisexual. Novels, in general, were heterosexual. Poetry, on the other hand, was completely homosexual. Within the vast ocean of poetry he identified various currents: faggots, queers, sissies, freaks, butches, fairies, nymphs, and philenes. But the two major currents were faggots and queers. Walt Whitman, for example, was a faggot poet. Pablo Neruda, a queer. William Blake was definitely a faggot. Octavio Paz was a queer. Borges was a philene, or in other words he might be a faggot one minute and simply asexual the next.
Roberto BolañoHard cocks, with glorious exceptions, were hardly ever literary.
Roberto Bolaño... dizzied, thrilled, depressed by remembering...
Roberto BolañoI thought you were dying, said Amalfitano.
"No, I was dreaming," said Castillo.
The Russians opened his mouth and with a pair of pliers the Germans used for other purposes they seized his tongue and yanked. The pain made tears spring to his eyes and he said, or rather shouted, the word coño, cunt. With the pliers in his mouth the exclamation was transformed, coming out as the word kunst. The Russian who spoke German stared at him in surprise. The Sevillan shouted Kunst, Kunst, and wept in pain. The word Kunst, in German, means art, and that was how the bilingual soldier heard it and he said that the son of a bitch was an artist or something. The soldiers who were torturing the Sevillan removed the pliers along with a little piece of tongue and waited, momentarily hypnotized by the discovery. Art. The thing that soothes wild beasts.
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