"He wanders towards the promised land. That is to say:
he moves from one place to another and dreams continually
of stopping. And because this desire to stop is what haunts
him, is what counts most for him, he does not stop. He
wanders. That is to say: without the slightest hope of ever
going anywhere.
He is never going anywhere. And yet he is always going."
-Pages for Kafka
I'm now reading (from the used shelves at Pendragon)
" Paul Auster traces the compulsion to make literature
( or art )through essays on Franz Kafka,Paul Célan,
Laura Riding,Knut Hamsun,John Ashberry and others.In
one piece he considers George Bataille's belief that
" a moment of rage " is behind all great works: in
another he sees the legendary highwire artist Philippe
Petit as a fellow practitioner " of the art of solitude".
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