Jacques Scraps

Walt Whitman // “The secret of it all, is to write in the gush, the throb, the flood, of the moment...to put things down without deliberation...without worrying about their style...without waiting for a fit time or place. I always worked that way. I took the first scrap of paper, the first doorstep, the first desk, and wrote, wrote, wrote… By writing at the instant the very heartbeat of life is caught.”

The Hunger Angel by Herta Müller

Albert Camus, from The Selected Works of Albert Camus; “The Plague,” published c. 1947

“For all that has Been left by November of leaves is torn From hazel and thorn And the greater trees. Throughout the copse No dead leaf drops On grey grass, green moss, burnt-orange fern, At the wind’s return.” Edward Thomas

Albert Camus, from The Selected Works of Albert Camus; “The Plague,” published c. 1947

— Margaret Atwood, "Persephone Departing"

susan sontag

William Wordsworth

László Moholy-Nagy

— Henry Miller, from a letter to Anaïs Nin, featured in A Literate Passion: Letters of Anaïs Nin & Henry Miller, 1932-1953

L. V., writings from the waiting room

Rumi, Form is Ecstastic