If you go on valuing recognition and praise of others, you’re asking to be ruined. The only value in expression is its inherent value. The object is the object, and will continue well after you’re dead. Even when the world burns up and even the object no longer appears, you were who you were, you made what you made, you valued what you valued, and nothing else.
Blake Butler (via mttbll)
Just finished reading Butler’s astonishing Sky Saw and I gotta say he walks the walk on what he says above. The book is “hard” or “difficult”* or whatever, i.e., the story does not come to you through the sentences, instead you must come at the sentences with a pickaxe and break the large and small shards of the story free from the phrases and sentences and sections that hold it, but as with other “difficult”* writers I like (Gass, Robbe-Grillet, Chelsey Minnis), once you lock into the rhythm of reading in a different way & with different expectations, of really hearing a voice that doesn’t speak like other voices, a new galaxy opens up and it’s magnificent
or in the case of Sky Saw, magnificent and terrifying
*this is both a bullshit word and not, because while it kind of sets up a lot of high/low binary oppositions I don’t like at all and want to distance myself from, it’s still fair to use, because it’s accurate
wait. John Darnielle retumbling Matt Bell quoting Blake Butler. and commenting on having just read SKy Saw?!?(via hobartpulp)