Wednesday, February 15, 2012

the Author the Artist

Found in a forum about books. Really beautiful prose there. An author I'd keep my eyes out for.

Another one:
"Sitting on Rosa's moth-littered bed, he felt a resurgence of all the aches and inspirations of those days when his life had revolved around nothing but Art, when snow fell like the opening piano notes of the Emperor Concerto, and feeling horny reminded him of a passage from Nietzsche, and a thick red-streaked dollop of crimson paint in an otherwise uninteresting Veláquez made him hungry for a piece of rare meat."
 I've been trying to read more non-fictions this year, but I miss how words can be beautifully dance like this.

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