Showing posts with label Donald Barthelme. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Donald Barthelme. Show all posts

Tuesday, 8 September 2015


'The story ends. It was written for several reasons. Nine of them are secrets. The tenth is that one should never cease considering human love, which remains as grisly and golden as ever, no matter what is tattooed upon the warm tympanic page.'

Wednesday, 7 November 2012

'Relax and enjoy the party, to the extent that it is possible to do so; it is not over yet.'

Saturday, 6 October 2012

'But it is wrong to speak of "situations," implying sets of circumstances leading to some resolution, some escape of tension; there were no situations, simply the balloon hanging there -- muted heavy grays and browns for the most part, contrasting with the walnut and soft yellows. A deliberate lack of finish, enhanced by skillful installation, gave the surface a rough, forgotten quality; sliding weights on the inside, carefully adjusted, anchored the great, vari-shaped mass at a number of points. Now we have had a flood of original ideas in all media, works of singular beauty as well as significant milestones in the history of inflation, but at that moment, there was only this balloon, concrete particular, hanging there.'

Thursday, 10 March 2011


'To climb the glass mountain, one first requires a good reason'