A la recherche du temps perdu

"Of what is lost, irretrievably lost, all I wish to recover is the daily availability of my writing, lines capable of grasping me by the hair and lifting me up when I’m at the end of my strength."
—  Roberto Bolaño, Antwerp (via fuckyeahrobertobolano)

"And then the storm of shit begins."
—  Roberto Bolaño, By Night in Chile, trans. Chris Andrews (via the-final-sentence)

Roberto Bolaño’s Chair/Arthur Rimbaud’s Fork and SpoonPhotos by Patti Smith(via walkwhilereading)

Roberto Bolaño’s Chair/Arthur Rimbaud’s Fork and Spoon

Photos by Patti Smith

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"The poetry of the first decades of the twenty-first century will be a hybrid creation, as fiction has already become. We may be heading, with terrible slowness, toward new earthquakes of form. In this uncertain future, our children will watch as the poet asleep in an armchair meets up on the operating table with the black desert bird that feeds on the parasites of camels."
—  Roberto Bolaño from “Eight Seconds with Nicanor Parra,” trans. Natasha Wimmer

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"There is a time for reciting poems and a time for fists."
—  Roberto Bolaño, The Savage Detectives, trans. Natasha Wimmer (via kaseycarroll)

"We never stop reading, although every book comes to an end, just as we never stop living, although death is certain."
—  Roberto Bolaño, Last Evenings on Earth, trans. Chris Andrews

"Only poetry isn’t shit."
—  Roberto Bolaño, 2666

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"For me, the word writing is the exact opposite of the word waiting. Instead of waiting, there is writing. Well, I’m probably wrong — it’s possible that writing is another form of waiting, of delaying things. I’d like to think otherwise. … The truth is, reading is always more important than writing."
—  Roberto Bolaño, from a 2002 interview in BOMB, trans. Margaret Carson

"This is the age of the writer as civil servant, the writer as gym rat, the writer as thug."
—  Roberto Bolaño (via nthword)

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"Can one feel nostalgia for the land where one nearly died?"
—  Roberto Bolaño, from Between Parentheses (via NewDirections)

Postcard from Roberto Bolaño to Enrique Lihn, 1983 (source) 

Postcard from Roberto Bolaño to Enrique Lihn, 1983 (source

"I kept having dreams all night. I thought they were touching me with their fingers. But dreams don’t have fingers, they have fists, so it must have been scorpions."
—  Roberto Bolaño, The Savage Detectives (via ohwhitemare; lareinaperdida; booklover)

"Our history consists of the various ways we find to elude the traps that open endlessly before us."
—  Roberto Bolaño (via librarynth)

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"Metaphors are our way of losing ourselves in semblances or treading water in a sea of seeming."
—  Roberto Bolaño, 2666

"He chose The Metamorphosis over The Trial, he chose Bartleby over Moby-Dick, he chose A Simple Heart over Bouvard and Pécuchet, and A Christmas Carol over A Tale of Two Cities or The Pickwick Papers. What a sad paradox, thought Amalfitano. Now even bookish pharmacists are afraid to take on the great, imperfect, torrential works, books that blaze paths into the unknown. They choose the perfect exercises of the great masters. Or what amounts to the same thing: they want to watch the great masters spar, but they have no interest in real combat, when the great masters struggle against that something, that something that terrifies us all, that something that cows us and spurs us on, amid blood and mortal wounds and stench."
—  Roberto Bolaño, 2666 

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