Date: 1982
"'I can still see Wilkie,' says a contemporary, 'late for a speech, running through the library, raincoat over his shoulder, half done up, like his mind.'"
preview | full record— Smith, Richard Norton (b. 1953)
Date: 1983
"Hume's account of mental happenings is geographical in the broadest sense, a description of human economy and ecology, not just a record of topography and a positioning of land masses but a marking of the tidal movements and trade routes of the mind as it negotiates for ease and stability."
preview | full record— Richetti, John (b. 1938)
Date: 1983
Die Dogmatiker sind sonderbare Hyänen. Sie nähren sich vom Aas der Gedanken, die sie selbst getötet haben. [The dogmatists are strange hyenas They feed on the carrion of the thoughts that they themselves killed].
preview | full record— Laub, Gabriel (1928-1998)
Date: July, 2015 [1983]
"Marx taught us in fact to understand once and for all what implacable work the unknown, the infinite vanquished victors, carry out in the societies that would prefer to ignore them, as well as within ourselves; what tunnels they dig, what blast-holes they prepare even inside those who hate them ...
preview | full record— Lattes, Franco [Franco Fortini] (1917-1994)
Date: 1984
"It is never entirely true that you don’t give a shit what others say about you, but you must throw it out of your mind."
preview | full record— Baldwin, James (1924-1987)
Date: 1984
"Case felt as though his brain were jammed."
preview | full record— Gibson, William (b. 1948)
Date: 1984
"Lines of light ranged in the non-space of the mind, clusters and constellations of data. Like city lights, receding."
preview | full record— Gibson, William (b. 1948)
Date: 1984
"In his mind's eye, a kind of time-lapse photography took place, revealing the thing as the biological equivalent of a machine gun, hideous in its perfection."
preview | full record— Gibson, William (b. 1948)
Date: 1984
"Each time the image of Deane's shattered head struck the rear wall of the office, Case was aware of another thought, something darker, hidden, that rolled away, diving like a fish, just beyond his reach."
preview | full record— Gibson, William (b. 1948)