Nothing No. 29

July 19, 2015 § 1 Comment

Perhaps there is nothing to be understood, perhaps understanding is simply not to be found, is not applicable to such a thing. But it is hard, hard, not to try to understand, even for me, who accept that all is nothing, that sense does not exist.

from The Unfortunates (1969) by B.S. Johnson (1933-1973)


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§ One Response to Nothing No. 29

  • Leon Dupasind says:

    . . .
    (…He lifts his ashplant high with both hands and smashes the chandelier. Time’s livid final flame leaps and, in the following darkness, ruin of all space, shattered glass and toppling masonry.)
    ― James Joyce, Ulysses

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