We meet Mr Messy—a man whose entire day-to-day existence is the undiluted expression of his individuality. His very untidiness is a metaphor for his blissful and unselfconscious disregard for the Social Order. Yes, there are times when he himself is a victim of this individuality—as when he trips over a brush he has left on his garden path—but he goes through life with a smile on his face.
This series of reviews from 2010 is, in a word, brilliant.
Job Hunt:
“Position requires some physical exertion such as pulling, pushing, reaching, bending”
Applied.
Spreeng fevah wherin lipstijk whoo wantsta kis?
“To sit in a room on an evening and consider how to avoid thinking about madness, to sit for hours doing this, looking out of an old window not seeing anything because of the darkness of course, to look out not for that reason yet to continue looking and thinking further about how to avoid thinking about madness, about techniques of avoidance, or rather about whether the apparatus of such a technique might be inexhaustible, or rather about the possibility that the store of such technique could be entirely exhausted…”
— László Krasznahorkai - The Sukhum Photos in Music & Literature
“Silence, silence mutually maintained about something has its own intensity, and grants to a word a mighty weight, a word, which of course is still just a word; a word evoked, with my counsel, in silence.”
— László Krasznahorkai on the unspoken in Music & Literature Issue Two
“People live from one play to the next. In between, before the curtain goes up, they don’t quite know what the plot will be or what part will be right for them, they stand there at a loss, waiting to see what will happen, their instincts folded up like an umbrella, squirming, incoherent, reduced to themselves, that is, to nothing. Cows without a train.”
— Louis-Ferdinand Céline — Journey to the End of the Night
