Words are saturated with time. We are saturated with words for we are temporal beings. Language is not merely a system of semiotics, it doesn't merely represent the world. Rather it constructs it, performs it, creates it and destroys it. It morphs aspects of our reality and forces them to filter through its phonetic and conceptual prisms. If language performs, then the dictionary of all possible words is the cosmos. Welcome to the world of language, the reality in which we live...

Saturday, December 18, 2010

Books that bite us

"Altogether, I think we ought to read only books that bite and sting us. If the book does not shake us awake like a blow to the skull, why bother reading it in the first place? So that it can make us happy, as you put it? Good God, we'd be just as happy if we had no books at all; books that make us happy we could, in a pinch, also write ourselves. What we need are books that hit us like a most painful misfortune, like the death of someone we loved more than ourselves, that make us feel as though we had been banished to the woods, far from any human presence, like a suicide. A book must be the ax for the frozen sea within us. That is what I believe."
-Kafka

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