Sunday, April 12, 2009

"Life was taking its vengeance on me, and that vengeance consisted merely in coming back, nothing more. Every case of madness involves something coming back. People who are possessed are not possessed by something that just comes but instead by something that comes back. Sometimes life comes back. If in me everything crumbled before that power, it is not because that power was in itself necessarily an overwhelming one: it in fact had only to come, since it had already become too full-flowing a force to be controlled or contained---when it appeared it overran everything. And then, like after a flood, there floated a wardrobe, a person, a loose window, three suitcases. And that seemed like Hell to me, that destruction of layers and layers of human archaeology."

C.L., T.P.A.T.G.H.

2 comments:

ken baumann said...

WHAT IN THE HELL IS THIS FROM?

BLAKE BUTLER said...

heh, sorry, its from clarice lispector's the passion according to g.h.

currently crushing my face