“Cheap music, childish images, the vulgate in language, in its crassest sense, can penetrate to the deeps of our necessities and dreams. It can assert irrevocable tenure there. The opening bars, the hammer-beat accelerando of Edith Piaf's Je ne regrette rien - the text is infantile, the tune stentorian, and the politics which enlisted the song unattractive - tempt every nerve in me, touch the bone with a cold burn and draw me into God knows what infidelities to reason, each time I hear the song, and hear it, uncalled for, recurrent inside me.” KnowsReasonDreamSongLanguageColdBeatsDrawsBonesBarsOpeningTunesNervesInfidelityHammersGod KnowsPenetrateUnattractiveTenureIrrevocableInfantileEnlisted Book:Real Presences: Is There Anything in What We Say? Source: Real Presences: Is There Anything in What We Say?
“Holland is a dream, Monsieur, a dream of gold and smoke-smokier by day, more gilded by night. And night and day that dream is peopled with Lohengrins like these, dreamily riding their black bicycles with high handle-bars, funereal swans constantly drifting throughout the whole country, around the seas, along the canals.” CountryWholeDreamNightBlackSeaGoldBarsHandleSmokeRidingBicycleDriftingSwansHollandCanalsGilded Book:Collected fiction Source: Collected fiction
“As a child growing up, you never thought about being in a videogame, then to have a game of your own and be lucky enough to set the bar with it in the gaming world, it's a dream come true.” WorldChildrenEnoughDreamGamesGrowing UpGrowingLuckyBarsDreams Come TrueGamingChildren Growing UpVideogameGrowing Children Author:Tiger Woods