Yoon Kim
@yoonkim.bsky.social
When I learned to read and write, I devoured books, and I thought that they were like trees, like animals, something that is born. I didn’t know there was an author behind it all. Eventually, I discovered that that’s how it was, and I said, “I want that, too.”
— Clarice Lispector (interview, 1976)
— Clarice Lispector (interview, 1976)
February 15, 2026 at 8:48 PM
When I learned to read and write, I devoured books, and I thought that they were like trees, like animals, something that is born. I didn’t know there was an author behind it all. Eventually, I discovered that that’s how it was, and I said, “I want that, too.”
— Clarice Lispector (interview, 1976)
— Clarice Lispector (interview, 1976)
“I shall read a passage of Shakspeare every Sunday at ten o Clock—you read one at the same time and we shall be as near each other as blind bodies can be in the same room.”
— John Keats in a letter (1818)
— John Keats in a letter (1818)
February 15, 2026 at 7:10 PM
“I shall read a passage of Shakspeare every Sunday at ten o Clock—you read one at the same time and we shall be as near each other as blind bodies can be in the same room.”
— John Keats in a letter (1818)
— John Keats in a letter (1818)
“Life forms a surface that acts as if it could not be otherwise, but under its skin things are pounding and pulsing.”
(Musil, The Man without Qualities)
(Musil, The Man without Qualities)
February 15, 2026 at 6:20 PM
“Life forms a surface that acts as if it could not be otherwise, but under its skin things are pounding and pulsing.”
(Musil, The Man without Qualities)
(Musil, The Man without Qualities)
“Das Leben bildet eine Oberfläche, die so tut, als ob sie so sein müßte, wie sie ist, aber unter ihrer Haut treiben und drängen die Dinge.”
— Robert Musil, MoE
— Robert Musil, MoE
February 15, 2026 at 6:18 PM
“Das Leben bildet eine Oberfläche, die so tut, als ob sie so sein müßte, wie sie ist, aber unter ihrer Haut treiben und drängen die Dinge.”
— Robert Musil, MoE
— Robert Musil, MoE
“And the proof is that we cannot even imagine another way of being. We are stuck here for eternity and we are not even aware that we are stuck…
We were surprised once, long ago; and now we can never be surprised again.”
— John Ashbery, “The Recital”
We were surprised once, long ago; and now we can never be surprised again.”
— John Ashbery, “The Recital”
February 15, 2026 at 6:17 PM
“And the proof is that we cannot even imagine another way of being. We are stuck here for eternity and we are not even aware that we are stuck…
We were surprised once, long ago; and now we can never be surprised again.”
— John Ashbery, “The Recital”
We were surprised once, long ago; and now we can never be surprised again.”
— John Ashbery, “The Recital”
“But from time to time. From time to time. What tenderness in these little words, what savagery.”
(Beckett, Molloy)
(Beckett, Molloy)
February 14, 2026 at 6:23 PM
“But from time to time. From time to time. What tenderness in these little words, what savagery.”
(Beckett, Molloy)
(Beckett, Molloy)
“Mais de temps en temps. De temps en temps. Quelle bonté dans ces petits mots, quelle férocité.”
(Beckett, Molloy)
(Beckett, Molloy)
February 14, 2026 at 6:22 PM
“Mais de temps en temps. De temps en temps. Quelle bonté dans ces petits mots, quelle férocité.”
(Beckett, Molloy)
(Beckett, Molloy)
Reposted by Yoon Kim
Along the way
In the neighborhood
In the neighborhood
February 13, 2026 at 7:29 PM
Along the way
In the neighborhood
In the neighborhood
“The reverse of melancholy is always irony.”
— W. G. Sebald (interview, 1998)
— W. G. Sebald (interview, 1998)
February 13, 2026 at 8:10 PM
“The reverse of melancholy is always irony.”
— W. G. Sebald (interview, 1998)
— W. G. Sebald (interview, 1998)
“There’s not too fine a distinction between humor and tragedy, that even tragedy is in a way walking a tightrope between the ridiculous—between the bizarre and the terrible.”
— William Faulkner (UVA, March 9, 1957)
— William Faulkner (UVA, March 9, 1957)
February 13, 2026 at 8:10 PM
“There’s not too fine a distinction between humor and tragedy, that even tragedy is in a way walking a tightrope between the ridiculous—between the bizarre and the terrible.”
— William Faulkner (UVA, March 9, 1957)
— William Faulkner (UVA, March 9, 1957)
“How will we manage to disappear?”
(Blanchot, The Infinite Conversation)
(Blanchot, The Infinite Conversation)
February 13, 2026 at 5:11 PM
“How will we manage to disappear?”
(Blanchot, The Infinite Conversation)
(Blanchot, The Infinite Conversation)
… and [she] is now part of the drift called “the infinite.”
I cannot tell how Eternity seems.
It sweeps around me like a sea…
— Emily Dickinson (letter, 1882)
I cannot tell how Eternity seems.
It sweeps around me like a sea…
— Emily Dickinson (letter, 1882)
February 13, 2026 at 5:09 PM
… and [she] is now part of the drift called “the infinite.”
I cannot tell how Eternity seems.
It sweeps around me like a sea…
— Emily Dickinson (letter, 1882)
I cannot tell how Eternity seems.
It sweeps around me like a sea…
— Emily Dickinson (letter, 1882)
“She is the articulation of forgetting…”
(Gertrude Stein, “Two”)
(Gertrude Stein, “Two”)
February 12, 2026 at 7:14 PM
“She is the articulation of forgetting…”
(Gertrude Stein, “Two”)
(Gertrude Stein, “Two”)
Just came to mind:
“Passion means to forget oneself. But you do things in order to enrich yourselves. C’est ça. You haven’t the least notion how repulsively egoistic that is of you…”
— Clavdia to Hans Castorp (The Magic Mountain)
“Passion means to forget oneself. But you do things in order to enrich yourselves. C’est ça. You haven’t the least notion how repulsively egoistic that is of you…”
— Clavdia to Hans Castorp (The Magic Mountain)
February 12, 2026 at 6:09 PM
Just came to mind:
“Passion means to forget oneself. But you do things in order to enrich yourselves. C’est ça. You haven’t the least notion how repulsively egoistic that is of you…”
— Clavdia to Hans Castorp (The Magic Mountain)
“Passion means to forget oneself. But you do things in order to enrich yourselves. C’est ça. You haven’t the least notion how repulsively egoistic that is of you…”
— Clavdia to Hans Castorp (The Magic Mountain)
Rhyme is the public truth of language, sound paced out in the shared places, the echoes are no-one’s private property or achievement; thus any grace (truly achieved) of sound is political, part of the world of motion and place in which language is like weather, the air we breathe.
J.H. Prynne, 1968
J.H. Prynne, 1968
February 12, 2026 at 5:12 PM
Rhyme is the public truth of language, sound paced out in the shared places, the echoes are no-one’s private property or achievement; thus any grace (truly achieved) of sound is political, part of the world of motion and place in which language is like weather, the air we breathe.
J.H. Prynne, 1968
J.H. Prynne, 1968
Lately, Prynne keeps coming to mind.
Perhaps it’s time to return to these letters.
(twice abandoned)
Perhaps it’s time to return to these letters.
(twice abandoned)
February 12, 2026 at 4:58 PM
Lately, Prynne keeps coming to mind.
Perhaps it’s time to return to these letters.
(twice abandoned)
Perhaps it’s time to return to these letters.
(twice abandoned)
“When it’s in a book I don’t think it’ll hurt any more . . . exist any more. It’ll be wiped out. That’s what I find, with this story I’ve had with you. That writing . . . one of the things writing does is wipe things out. Replace them.”
— Duras, Emily L. (tr. Barbara Bray)
— Duras, Emily L. (tr. Barbara Bray)
February 11, 2026 at 8:30 PM
“When it’s in a book I don’t think it’ll hurt any more . . . exist any more. It’ll be wiped out. That’s what I find, with this story I’ve had with you. That writing . . . one of the things writing does is wipe things out. Replace them.”
— Duras, Emily L. (tr. Barbara Bray)
— Duras, Emily L. (tr. Barbara Bray)
“But my notes have a curious tendency, as I realize at last, to annihilate all they purport to record.”
— Beckett, Malone Dies
— Beckett, Malone Dies
February 11, 2026 at 8:00 PM
“But my notes have a curious tendency, as I realize at last, to annihilate all they purport to record.”
— Beckett, Malone Dies
— Beckett, Malone Dies
“For a long time I used to get up early.”
— John Ashbery
full circle. 🙃
— John Ashbery
full circle. 🙃
‘For a long time I went to bed in writing’
— Parcel Mroust
(it’s not a typo 🤭)
from Perec, Species of Spaces
— Parcel Mroust
(it’s not a typo 🤭)
from Perec, Species of Spaces
February 11, 2026 at 7:04 PM
“For a long time I used to get up early.”
— John Ashbery
full circle. 🙃
— John Ashbery
full circle. 🙃
‘For a long time I went to bed in writing’
— Parcel Mroust
(it’s not a typo 🤭)
from Perec, Species of Spaces
— Parcel Mroust
(it’s not a typo 🤭)
from Perec, Species of Spaces
February 11, 2026 at 6:50 PM
‘For a long time I went to bed in writing’
— Parcel Mroust
(it’s not a typo 🤭)
from Perec, Species of Spaces
— Parcel Mroust
(it’s not a typo 🤭)
from Perec, Species of Spaces
“The view from the Milky Way back down to the bleak and blackened ruins of the earth spinning in space could not appear more strange, and yet the childhood we spent on it […] seems scarcely more distant than the day before last.”
— W. G. Sebald, A Place in the Country
— W. G. Sebald, A Place in the Country
February 9, 2026 at 8:18 PM
“The view from the Milky Way back down to the bleak and blackened ruins of the earth spinning in space could not appear more strange, and yet the childhood we spent on it […] seems scarcely more distant than the day before last.”
— W. G. Sebald, A Place in the Country
— W. G. Sebald, A Place in the Country
. . . Since each time what
we have is increasingly the recall, not
the subject to which we come. Our chief
loss is ourselves; that’s where I am, the
sacral link in a profane world, we each do
this by the pantheon of hallowed times.
Our music the past tense[.]
— J. H. Prynne
we have is increasingly the recall, not
the subject to which we come. Our chief
loss is ourselves; that’s where I am, the
sacral link in a profane world, we each do
this by the pantheon of hallowed times.
Our music the past tense[.]
— J. H. Prynne
February 9, 2026 at 8:17 PM
. . . Since each time what
we have is increasingly the recall, not
the subject to which we come. Our chief
loss is ourselves; that’s where I am, the
sacral link in a profane world, we each do
this by the pantheon of hallowed times.
Our music the past tense[.]
— J. H. Prynne
we have is increasingly the recall, not
the subject to which we come. Our chief
loss is ourselves; that’s where I am, the
sacral link in a profane world, we each do
this by the pantheon of hallowed times.
Our music the past tense[.]
— J. H. Prynne
“I hated those birthday celebrations, as you may imagine, just as I hate any celebrations...”
— Thomas Bernhard, Old Masters
Happy Birthday. 🎉 🙃
— Thomas Bernhard, Old Masters
Happy Birthday. 🎉 🙃
February 9, 2026 at 8:15 PM
“I hated those birthday celebrations, as you may imagine, just as I hate any celebrations...”
— Thomas Bernhard, Old Masters
Happy Birthday. 🎉 🙃
— Thomas Bernhard, Old Masters
Happy Birthday. 🎉 🙃
“Stein *drowns* the syntax that Marinetti
Had failed to destroy through decimation,
Giving literature—as opposed to
Psychiatry—its first glimpse at what occurs,
In Barthes’s notorious paraphrase, when
C’est le langage qui parle [et] pas l’auteur.”
(Ryan Ruby, Context Collapse)
Had failed to destroy through decimation,
Giving literature—as opposed to
Psychiatry—its first glimpse at what occurs,
In Barthes’s notorious paraphrase, when
C’est le langage qui parle [et] pas l’auteur.”
(Ryan Ruby, Context Collapse)
February 9, 2026 at 5:40 PM
“Stein *drowns* the syntax that Marinetti
Had failed to destroy through decimation,
Giving literature—as opposed to
Psychiatry—its first glimpse at what occurs,
In Barthes’s notorious paraphrase, when
C’est le langage qui parle [et] pas l’auteur.”
(Ryan Ruby, Context Collapse)
Had failed to destroy through decimation,
Giving literature—as opposed to
Psychiatry—its first glimpse at what occurs,
In Barthes’s notorious paraphrase, when
C’est le langage qui parle [et] pas l’auteur.”
(Ryan Ruby, Context Collapse)
Reposted by Yoon Kim
Rider Haggard + circumflex accents + imperfect subjunctive tense = Salammbô?
February 9, 2026 at 7:57 AM
Rider Haggard + circumflex accents + imperfect subjunctive tense = Salammbô?