Late Evening Looking Out of the Woods, Paul Klee
Emily Rogers | Imprints, 2013
Moonville Railroad Tunnel
[July, 2012; Zaleski State Forest, OH]
Fukushima-shi, Fukushima, 2011 © Katsumi Omori/Galerie Wouter van Leeuwen
I use what I love, and this can be anything. Cavalcanti, Dante, Frost, anybody. My library is terribly disordered and disorganized; I tear out what I want. I don’t think that a writer has any responsibility to view literature as a continuous process. I believe that very little of literature is immortal. I’ve known books in my lifetime to serve beautifully, and then to lose their usefulness, perhaps briefly.
How do you “use” these books … and what is it that makes them lose their “usefulness”?
My sense of “using” a book is the excitement of finding myself at the receiving end of our most intimate and acute means of communication. These infatuations are sometimes passing.