“The simplest action is capable of division into endless alternatives. Driving along, on the way from day to night, you accidentally spot one of the suspects in your most complex and demanding case. You get out and, taking a minute to dismiss your driver, give chase. An instant ago things were like a pane of glass. You looked straight through actual life … into a vacuous other world. Now you or circumstances have struck the glass with a hammer, and a million forking paths, sharp fragments, webs of logic, of doubt, of doubtful logic, appear where there was nothing. All it takes, it seems, is one question about the nature of things, about the misery of others, for example, or the poverty of one’s own existence. Why does one work so hard, holding things up with the bowed back of an Atlas or a subway tunnel, and yet have nothing…? Is there a sort of bank … there’s something called The World Bank in actuality … where all this endless labor is deposited and the tiny or infinite dividends of nothingness and boredom are doled out?”
—Asher / Straus, from “Between Two Walls”Art Credit Rapahel Soyer

“The simplest action is capable of division into endless alternatives. Driving along, on the way from day to night, you accidentally spot one of the suspects in your most complex and demanding case. You get out and, taking a minute to dismiss your driver, give chase. An instant ago things were like a pane of glass. You looked straight through actual life … into a vacuous other world. Now you or circumstances have struck the glass with a hammer, and a million forking paths, sharp fragments, webs of logic, of doubt, of doubtful logic, appear where there was nothing. All it takes, it seems, is one question about the nature of things, about the misery of others, for example, or the poverty of one’s own existence. Why does one work so hard, holding things up with the bowed back of an Atlas or a subway tunnel, and yet have nothing…? Is there a sort of bank … there’s something called The World Bank in actuality … where all this endless labor is deposited and the tiny or infinite dividends of nothingness and boredom are doled out?”

Asher / Straus, from “Between Two Walls”
Art Credit Rapahel Soyer

  1. alterities reblogged this from theparisreview and added:
    whitney.org/Collection/RaphaelSoyer/36149
  2. ednapontellier reblogged this from theparisreview
  3. djmidnightt reblogged this from theparisreview
  4. kboye reblogged this from theparisreview
  5. keatspring reblogged this from theparisreview
  6. the-melody-of-sunshine reblogged this from theparisreview
  7. notas-de-viajes reblogged this from theparisreview
  8. be-parisienne reblogged this from theparisreview
  9. misterpainterdrawings reblogged this from theparisreview
  10. schemingreader reblogged this from theparisreview
  11. hiculke reblogged this from theparisreview
  12. mantalabalula reblogged this from theantidote
  13. osnapitsaima reblogged this from theparisreview
  14. kyabamh reblogged this from theparisreview
  15. questiondeafears reblogged this from theparisreview
  16. hyperbolia reblogged this from chanterbury
  17. chanterbury reblogged this from madam-antoine-doinel
  18. oneapplepiefromscratchplease reblogged this from theparisreview
  19. englishmujer reblogged this from theparisreview
  20. mackenzie-brown reblogged this from theparisreview
  21. damakoktajlowa reblogged this from theparisreview
  22. penthouseserenade reblogged this from theparisreview
  23. lovemoneycapital reblogged this from theparisreview
  24. monica-vitti reblogged this from theparisreview
  25. commasandtheabsurd reblogged this from englishmajorinrepair
  26. seek-deeper reblogged this from theparisreview
  27. lucier2k reblogged this from theparisreview
  28. philosophy-in-blue reblogged this from theparisreview
  29. skittleswhore reblogged this from theparisreview
  30. temuulendcos reblogged this from theparisreview