The process of writing has something infinite about it. Even though it is interrupted each night, it is one single notation.
Interpretation
Writing is an endless process that, despite interruptions, forms a continuous expression of thought.
Elias Canetti suggests that writing is a boundless endeavor, where each session contributes to a greater whole, even if it is paused temporarily. This highlights the idea that all written works are part of an ongoing journey of expression and creativity, implying that every interruption does not sever the flow of thought but rather adds to its depth.
In practice
In a writing workshop, one might say, 'Remember, even if you take a break, your writing is still part of an infinite journey.'
The paranoiac is the exact image of the ruler. The only difference is their position in the world. One might even think the paranoiac the more impressive of the two because he is sufficient unto himself and cannot be shaken by failure.
People's fates are simplified by their names.
There is no such thing as an ugly language. Today I hear every language as if it were the only one, and when I hear of one that is dying, it overwhelms me as though it were the death of the earth.
Everything one records contains a grain of hope, no matter how deeply it may come from despair.
The profoundest thoughts of the philosophers have something trickle about them. A lot disappears in order for something to suddenly appear in the palm of the hand.
Travelling, one accepts everything; indignation stays at home. One looks, one listens, one is roused to enthusiasm by the most dreadful things because they are new. Good travellers are heartless.
You've got a song you're singing from your gut, you want that audience to feel it in their gut. And you've got to make them think that you're one of them sitting out there with them too. They've got to be able to relate to what you're doing.
I am a poet who composes what life proses, and who proses what life composes.
They arose in my mind as 'given' things, and as they came, separately, so too the links grew. An absorbing, though continually interrupted labour (especially, even apart from the necessities of life, since the mind would wing to the other pole and spread itself on the linguistics): yet always I had the sense of recording what was already 'there', somewhere: not of 'inventing'.
All art really does is keep you focused on questions of humanity, and it really is about how do we get on with our maker.
I don't care who likes it or buys it. Because if you use that criterion, Mozart would never have written Don Giovanni, Charlie Parker would have never played anything but swing music.
Music...This is the favorite passion of my soul.
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