Heart of Darkness
Marlow ceased, and sat apart, indistinct and silent, in the pose of a meditating buddha. Nobody moved for a time. 'We have lost the first of the ebb,' said the director suddenly. I raised my head. The offing was barred by a black bank of clouds, and the tranquil...
Naked Lunch
She seized a safety-pin caked with blood and rust, gouged a great hole in her leg which seemed to hang open like an obscene festering mouth waiting for unspeakable congress with the dropper which she now plunged out of sight into the gaping wound. But her hideous...
Nausea
Yes, i who was so fond of sitting on the banks of the tiber in rome, or in the evening, in barcelona, of walking a hundred times up and down the ramblas, i who near angkor, on the island of the baray of prah-kan, saw a banyan tree knotting its roots around the chapel...
The Meter
i am not the man i seem, not a stable craft, monumental in the storm. i have great difficulty in living. there's another world closer. i wished, i telepathised, i slipped away, and once did cry. i, buddha, now and then; i, jesus, when i want you; i, posh to be alone;...
Immortality
A meadow is nothing but a field of suffering. Every second some creature is dying in the gorgeous green expanse, ants eat wriggling earthworms, birds lurk in the sky to pounce on a weasel or a mouse. You see that black cat, standing motionless in the grass. She is...