sy.think/tell

Thursday, 31 May 2012

The past is never where you think you left it

Ύστερα το σπίτι
θα γεμίσει ανθρώπους που
θα κοιμούνται, θα τρώνε,
θ'αγαπιούνται, θα πηγαινοέρχονται
ασταμάτητα.

 Κι όμως, για μια στιγμή,
φάνηκε πώς έχουν τόσα να ξεχάσουν,
τόσα να μην κάνουν

Τσαρλς Μπουκόφσκι
Τρόμου και αγωνίας γωνία, ΤΟ ΣΠΙΤΙ (σ.62)

Wednesday, 30 May 2012

But you rip it from my hands and you swear it's all gone and you rip out all I have just to say that you've won

I believe this. When we meet those we fall in love with, there is an aspect of our spirit that is historian, a bit of a pedant who reminisces or remembers a meeting when the other has passed by innocently…but all parts of the body must be ready for the other, all atoms must jump in one direction for desire to occur. The English Patient, Michael Ondaatje

Sunday, 27 May 2012

If you’re writing a book, you’ve got nothing but words for everything

An evening with Mark Haddon at Waterstone's 17/5/2012: Ένας από τους αγαπημένους μου συγγραφείς παρουσίασε το καινούριο του βιβλίο red house. στην συνέντευξη του χαμογελαστός και ομιλητικός, γεμάτος ιστορίες που δεν έχουν γραφτεί ακόμα. μερικά από τα πράματα που είπε ήταν we need to pause and notice the things around us και we are all the same but in different ways, I'm sure I have a teenage girl living somewhere inside of me. όταν τον γνώρισα είχα αγωνία αλλά του είπα ελπίζω μια μέρα να μπορώ να γράφω τόσο αληθινά για τους ανθρώπους όπως εσείς και η ευγένεια του με εξέπληξε ευχάριστα.

Saturday, 19 May 2012

And I will tell the night, whisper, "lose your sight" but I can't move the mountains for you

το πρωί καμιά φορά ξεχνούσε σε πιο δωμάτιο βρίσκεται, πού είναι το κρεβάτι του. η ζωή του ήταν σαν συνήθεια αλλά μια μέρα μπερδεύτηκε και σηκώθηκε προς τα δεξιά ξεχνώντας ότι έχει τοίχο - το κεφάλι του χτύπησε δυνατά και σωριάστηκε πίσω στο κρεβάτι. πολλές φορές ξεχνώ, ξεχνώ πώς ένιωθα, πώς ήμουν.

Wednesday, 16 May 2012

You can rearrange me now if we wait we can make it somehow


The whole city stopped - And this is a pause worth savouring, because the world will soon be complicated again.
Jon McGregor, If Nobody Speaks of Remarkable Things

You’re all caught up and love struck never seem to get enough

You know your problem, Quentin? You keep expecting people not to be themselves. I mean, I could hate you for being massively unpunctual and for never being interested in anything other than Margo Roth Spiegelman, and for, like, never asking me about how it's going with my girlfriend - but I don't give a shit, man, because you're you. My parents have a shit ton of black Santas, but that's okay. They're them. I'm too obsessed with a reference website to answer my phone sometimes when my friends call, or my girlfriend. That's okay, too. That's me. You like me anyway. And I like you. You're funny, and you're smart, and you may show up late, but you always show up eventually. John Green, Paper Towns

Thursday, 10 May 2012

But I've been down across the road or two but now I've found the velvet sun that shines on me and you


What happens before and just after, when it all falls into place

I toured the light; so many foreign roads for you, forever ago

Who is Emma?
Well, Emma is an elusive subject. I dated a girl right before I went to the cabin. But she is not the 'Emma' person. Emma is a statement, a sentiment and a closing of my own history. The album is merely my statement to myself. Five questions for Bon Iver

Wednesday, 9 May 2012

What a treacherous thing to believe that a person is more than a person

When did we see each other face-to-face? Not until you saw into my cracks and I saw into yours. Before that, we were just looking at ideas of each other, like looking at your window shade but never seeing inside. But once the vessel cracks, the light can get in. The light can get out. Paper Towns, John Green

Saturday, 5 May 2012

Just don't know what to do with myself thinking all about you don't know what to do, driving me out of my mind

Hate that there's a space to fill always have and always will

Nod my head so dumb with love there's something else I'm dreaming of shut my eyes pretend it's there keep me here, unaware, I would promise all I could, think about it afterward, humour me just think it through it's all I ever asked of you
Bombay Bicycle Club - Your Eyes
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Friday, 4 May 2012

And I'll see you when you’re older when we're older - there’s all this nonsense in the dark

Did you know that for pretty much the entire history of the human species, the average life span was less than thirty years? You could count on ten years or so of real adulthood, right? There was no planning for retirement, There was no planning for a career. There was no planning. No time for planning. No time for a future. But then the life spans started getting longer, and people started having more and more future, and so they spend more time thinking about it. And now life has become the future. Every moment of your life is lived for the future – you go to high school so you can go to college so you can get a good job so you can get a nice house so you can afford to send your kids to college so they can get a good job so they can get a nice house so they can afford to send their kids to college.
John Green, Paper Towns

Wednesday, 2 May 2012

For the one that's listening sound advice, sound advice empty hands and tired eyes

I’d made a list in my notebook of all the things I missed about him. The way he wrinkles his nose when he’s thinking was one. How he holds things was another. But now I needed to talk to him for real and no list would substitute. I stood by the phone while my stomach turned itself inside out. During the time I waited, a species of butterfly may have become extinct, or a large, complex mammal with feelings like mine.
Nicole Krauss, History of Love