Monday, September 8
You Are Quite Unnecessary, Young Man!
"The English translation of Roberto Bolaño’s excellent final novella, A Little Lumpen Novelita, is out this month. The book opens with an epigraph by Antonin Artaud, who was born today in 1896: 'All writing is garbage. People who come out of nowhere to try to put into words any part of what goes on in their minds are pigs.' Since I read it about a month ago, I’ve thought of this quotation every day, often as I’m writing—you can imagine the rat-a-tat of my keyboard punctuated with an occasional 'All writing is garbage.' It’s a bracing sentiment, taunting and misanthropic, and a truer one than most of us would care to admit."
The Paris Review
2009 November: Antonin Artaud, 2011 August: La Coquille et le Clergyman - 1926, Germaine Dulac.