"Buster Keaton: Candide with a frontal lobotomy."
"Sensibility is humus for the intellect.
There's no syntax for sensibility -hence, it's ignored."
"A sense of the inevitability of a style -the sense that the artist had no alternatives, so wholly centered is he in his style."
"The greatest art is secreted, not constructed."
-Susan Sontag
Today I got the second volume of Susan Sontag's journals, As Consciousness Is Harnessed to Flesh, for which I've been waiting for a year. A sense of violation, the excitement of trespassing. But, most importantly, a process of alignment, a tuning of myself according to her. Periodically, we all get out of tune: from where to feel? Then I go back to her.
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