“No wonder we cannot appreciate the really central Kafka joke: that the horrific struggle to establish a human self results in a self whose humanity is inseparable from the horrific struggle. That our endless and impossible journey toward home is in fact our home.”
— David Foster Wallace, Consider the Lobster and other essays (via franzkavka)
“We learn by experience that happiness and pleasure are a fata morgana, which, visible from afar, vanish as we approach; that, on the other hand, suffering and pain are a reality, which makes its presence felt without any intermediary, and for its effect, stands in no need of illusion or the play of false hope.”
Meanwhile, I’m trying. God knows.
But mother unearthed each small
bloodmain under her gauzed wrists.
She fought a strange compulsion
to press her mouth against her
right pulse, taste the throbbing
veiny eels her crooked lovers forsook
drink from blind lakes of their leaving,
undo their digging
Airea D. Matthews, from “Sexton Texts During Polar Vortex,” published in Four Way Review