TIM HAILLAY
Brighton, UK
Awl,
I was a little lazy this year due to lack of time, so as I had plenty left
from last year, I used more of the 3 Pilgermann quotes already on the
SA4QE site + one from a lecture given in Coventry, "Stories that grew up with
me" (reprinted in English in Education, V.13, No.1: Spring 1979, p.5):
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The action systems of the universe are the elements from which life and stories arise. The patterns of blue-green algae and the numinous wings of the Great Nebula in Orion and the runic scrawl of human chromosomes are stories. Begotten by no one knows what, stories beget people to live them. We are the offspring of immeasurable ideas. |
Keep 4quating,
Tim
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Tim's 2003 Quotes
To be spread around the University of Sussex campus:
from PILGERMANN
When one is a child, when one is young, when one has not yet reached the age of recognition, one thinks that the world is strong, that the strength of God is endless and unchanging. But after the thing has happened - whatever that thing might be - that brings recognition, then one knows irrevocably how very fragile is the world, how very, very fragile; it is like one of those ideas that one has in dreams: so clear and so self-explaining are they that we make no special effort to remember. Then of course they vanish as we wake and there is nothing there but the awareness that something very clear has altogether vanished.
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One wakes up in the morning and puts on oneself. Every one has experienced this: the self must be put on before any garment, and there is inevitably a pause as it were a caesura in the going forward of things before the self is put on. Why is this? It is because our mortal identity is not the primary one, not the profound, not the deep one. No, what wakes us from sleep is not Tiglath-Pileser or Peter Schlemiel or Pilgermann; it is simply raw undifferentiated being, brute being with nothing driving it but the forward motion imparted to it by the original explosion into being of the universe. For a fraction of a moment it is itself only; then must it with joy or terror put on that identity taken on with mortal birth, that identity that each morning is the cumulative total of its mortal days and nights, that self old or young, sick or well, brave or cowardly, beautiful or ugly, whole or mutilated, that is one's lot.
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The centre of anything is the centre of everything.
Spread the word...
Tim
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TIM'S 2002 QUOTE
Kong
with his teddy-bear fur is a fifty-foot tall idea
even
if the reality was only eighteen inches high.
Kong lives.
- from TURTLE DIARY
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The
University of Sussex Library, Falmer, Brighton was the grateful recipient of
10 yellow A4 sheets containing the above quote.
It could have been anything really, from any page in any book, essay etc. It
is interesting to note though how early the Kong fixation appeared in print..
Neaera H.’s entry, Chap. 26 “Death of the oyster-catchers...” wonderful
stuff...
There have already been two interested parties prior to Monday who had never
heard of Hoban and Turtle Diary apart from the awful film with Ben
Kingsley and Glenda Jackson!! Oh for the words!!
The wastebins/trashcans!! were
emptied this morning without yellow contents, so unless bins from further
afield were the proud owners of the offending sheets, ten cranial worlds are
now kongful...
Thanks
to Diana for getting the ball rolling....
Tim
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