Category Archives: Quotes
Ek het onlangs na die verskillende maniere gaan kyk hoe van my gunsteling Afrikaanse storieboeke begin. Kan jy reg raai?
Dis somer op Sadewee.
Alie staan met haar rug teen ’n pendoringboom en kou aan ’n groot stuk blink gom wat sy teen die stam gekry het.
Wat ons, wat in die Karoo woon, die ‘Grasveld’ noem, lê tussen die berge en die see.
’n Malende, siedende, tierende skare wat slegs in naam menslike wesens is, want vir die oog en die oor is hulle skynbaar barbaarse skepsels, aangevuur deur walglike hartstog, haat en die sug na wraak.
Die dag toe die kind weggeraak het, het die mis vroeg begin toetrek en teen halfdag was dit of die Bos onder ’n digter wit wolk lê.
Die Sondagaand het die plan hom skielik binnegeval: hy moet ’n boek skryf.
Kupido Kakkerlak is nie die gewone manier uit sy ma se liggaam gebore nie, hy het uitgebroei uit die stories wat sy vertel het.
“Los!” sê haar Ouma.
You know that saying “Don’t judge a book by its cover”? Well, it’s nonsense because that is exactly what I do when I’m looking for my next book. If I don’t know the author by now and the title or cover doesn’t sell it, there is a 99% chance I won’t even bother picking it up.
The first lines of a story is usually the hook. It has to be interesting enough for the reader to want to continue reading. I went to all my favourite books to see what their first lines are.
I’m going to give you the first lines without telling you from which book it is. Some will be easier than others:
When he was nearly thirteen, my brother Jem got his arm badly broken at the elbow.
That was easy. It’s the first line from Harper Lee’s To kill a mocking bird.
Alice was beginning to get very tired of sitting by her sister on the bank, and of having nothing to do: once or twice she had peeped into the book her sister was reading, but it had no pictures or conversation in it, ‘and what is the use of a book,’ thought Alice ‘without pictures or conversation?’
Clue: The author of this book also wrote the Jabberwocky poem.
Now see if you can guess these:
Christmas won’t be Christmas without any presents,” grumbled Jo, lying on the rug.
First the Colours.
Mathilde took out her diary and wrote: The man sitting next to me has got one hell of a nerve.
There was no possibility of taking a walk that day.
Dad was a tall man, with a large head, jowls, and a Herbert Hoover collar.
Would any of these first lines hook you?
One thing was certain, that the white kitten had had nothing to do with it: – it was the black kitten’s fault entirely.
In 1625, a young man of eighteen arrived in the town of Meung.
I have been arrested. – The second sentence will give it away.
There was once a gentleman, a tall fellow with an air of superiority about him, who made it his business to come down to the marketplace in Portsmouth on the first Sunday of every month in order to replenish his library.
It was just three days, seventeen hours, and thirty-three minutes until Christmas in Whoville.
Sophie couldn’t sleep.
In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit.
The following three is from three Agatha Christie’s novels:
Mrs McGillicuddy panted along the platform in the wake of the porter carrying her suitcase.
Miss Jane Marple was sitting by her window.
Mrs Bantry was dreaming.
Another Roald Dahl classic:
In fairy-tales, witches always wear silly black hats and black cloaks, and ride on broomsticks.
From other classics:
Call me Ishmael.
Left Munich at 8.35pm on 1st May, arriving at Vienna early next morning; should have arrived at 6:46, but train was an hour late.
You don’t know about me, without you have read a book by the name of ‘The Adventures of Tom Sawyer’, but that ain’t no matter.
1984 = 2014
came rushing in
black sea beaches
I’m not insinuating that the Russians per se are at fault or that they really did something in 1984. What I mean with 1984 is that I’m referring to George Orwell’s novel “1984” and I only mention Russians because the article I got the words from was about the Russians wanting to take over Crimea in the Ukraine.
The 2014 means that it is still happening today “monitoring shopping habits” is becoming really real with Facebook ads and new phone GPS apps like iBeacon that for example will remind you of an item on your shopping list whenever you are in the right aisle (which is pretty ingenious and scary at the same time!).
There. I hope I haven’t offended anyone. And if I did – sorry.
That is what I imagine my 2013-self would say to my self in the year 2014.
I feel so ashamed that this is only my third post of 2014.
Another thing I’ve noticed, is that my work is keeping me so occupied it’s turning me into a person I’m not – and I hate that! Between going to work and going home and obsessing about work there isn’t much time for anything else. I’ve frantically tried to make up for it with my reading and watching TV, but then that also means I have no time to come to my favourite place in the world – my blog!
So I’ve decided when NAPOWRIMO month starts, I’m going to challenge myself to either write one Dada poem a day or continue my Dada research where I’ve last left off.
And to prove to myself that I’m serious, here’s some DADA quotes to inspire me:
“I want to see an elephant hunt down a man for the sole purpose of collecting his teeth, while a chorus of typewriters sings songs that praises the bananas for their wisdom, leadership, and their high levels of potassium.”
― Jarod Kintz
“You’ll never know why you exist, but you’ll always allow yourselves to be easily persuaded to take life seriously.”
― Tristan Tzara
“Thought is made in the mouth.”
― Tristan Tzara
“Dada means nothing. We want to change the world with nothing.”
“Art is dead. Long live Dada.”
“Art has nothing to do with taste. Art is not there to be tasted.”
My 2013-self just gave me a hug! 🙂
The word ‘dada’ originates from the French word ‘dada’ which means ‘hobby horse’ which is a child’s nonsense word.
It was coined by Romanian poet Tristan Tzara in 1916 (the leader of the Dada movement) to describe their anti-art movement. He chose this word because of its resemblance to meaningless babble.
Freedom. DADA DADA DADA, the howl of clashing colours, the intertwining of all contradictions, grotesqueries, trivialities. LIFE.
The message they wanted to bring across is this:
Dada indicated that the European culture has lost all meaning. They wanted to make it clear to the public that all the established values, moral or aesthetic has been rendered (made) meaningless by the catastrophe of the great war.
Through their anti-art they mocked the culture.
Dada was born from what it hated.
Two interesting figures from the movement:
Marcel Duchamp was a French painter that originally painted according to the Cubism theme, but the mechanised mass killing of the First World War drove him to despair and his work became more and more dadaist. His best known work is a print of Mona Lisa upon which he drew a moustache. It wasn’t a personal attack on the painting of ‘Mona Lisa’ but a way to shock people and make them realize that the values and aesthetics behind the ‘Mona Lisa’ is nonsense.
Hans Arp created a new kind of collage tearing (instead of cutting) coloured pieces of paper and arranging it “according to the laws of chance”.
He disliked the word “abstraction” which implied discipline and conscious purpose.
Here is a fun way to finish this post:
Ever wonder why the short version of father is dada and not fafa?
Here are some quotes from the essay Morsden Hartley wrote:
“Dada-ist”: one who finds no one thing more important than any other one thing.
The Dada movement has some elements of Nihilism.
Francis Picabia poem:
“Dada smells of nothing, nothing, nothing.
It is like your hopes: nothing.
Like your paradise: nothing.
Like your idols: nothing.
Like your politicians: nothing.
Like your heroes: nothing.
Like your artists: nothing.
Like your religions: nothing.”
Dadaism is past idolatry.
This reminds me of a similar poem I once wrote:
I feel lost – I feel scared.
I need comfort – I need to feel cared.
I reach out to things
waiting to see what it brings
But what do I see?
I don’t feel free.
Feel it, Touch it.
Nothing. Nothing at all.
See it. Observe it.
Nothing. Nothing at all.
Hear it. Sing it.
Nothing. Nothing at all.
Write it. Understand it.
Nothing. Nothing at all.
by Sulet Linde (me!)
*In all fairness, I was very depressed when I wrote this.
Anyway, getting back to the essay:
“I have a hobby-horse therefore – to ride away with, out into the world [I like the sound of that] of intricate common experience; out into the arena with those who know what the element of life itself is, and that I have become an expression of the one issue in the mind worth the consideration of the artist, namely fluidic change.
“Dada scoffs at capital letters, atrociously” because capital letters makes Art. Beauty. Truth. superior to man.
“Life and art are one and the same thing resembling each other so closely in reality..”
“Art is then a matter of how one is to take life now”
“You will find, therefore, that if you are aware of yourself, you will be riding your own hobby-horse into infinity of sensation through experience.”
It’s unfair to expect me to just choose one quote. And besides, they don’t specify what type of quote so I’m going to give you three different types.
Favourite quote from a poem:
“Do not go gentle into that good night,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.”
Favourite quote from a book:
“You can’t pray a lie”
– Huck Finn, The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn by Mark Twain.
Quote within context:
“So I kneeled down. But the words wouldn’t come. Why wouldn’t they? It warn’t no use to try and hide it from Him. Nor from me, neither. I knowed very well why they wouldn’t come. It was because my heart warn’t right; it was because I warn’t square; it was because I was playing double. I was letting on to give up sin, but away inside of me I was holding on to the biggest one of all…but deep down in me I knowed it was a lie – and He knowed it. You can’t pray a lie.”
Favourite quote of what someone said (I paraphrased it a little):
“God: I am. Right here. Right now. Don’t worry. Don’t live in fear. Trust Me.”
– Joyce Meyer
I’ve recently started reading The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn by Mark Twain.
I ABSOLUTELY LOVE the notice at the beginning of the novel. It reads:
“Persons attempting to find a motive in this narrative will be prosecuted; persons attempting to find a moral in it will be banished; persons attempting to find a plot in it will be shot.”
That is soo AWESOME!
Other quotes from the book:
“After supper she got out her book and learned me about Moses and the Bulrushers; and I was in a sweat to find out all about him; but by-and-by she let it out that Moses had been dead a considerable long time; so then I didn’t care no more about him; because I don’t take no stock in dead people.” (p.50)
Huckleberry Finn and The Woman Douglas (the woman who took him in).
“Then for an hour it was deadly dull, and I was fidgety… Then she told me all about the bad place, and I said I wished I was there. She got mad, then, but I didn’t mean no harm. All I wanted was to go somewheres; all I wanted was a change, I warn’t particular. She said it was wicked to say what I said; said she wouldn’t say it for the whole world; she was going to live so as to go to the good place. Well, I couldn’t see no advantage in going where she was going, so I made up my mind I wouldn’t try for it… Now she had got a start, and she went on and told me all about the good place. She said all a body would have to do there was to go around all day long with a harp and sing, forever and ever. So I didn’t think much of it.” (pp.50-51)
If that’s all there is to heaven, then I don’t want to think much of it either. Sounds bloody dull and boring.
I think I’m going to like this book…
Source: Twain, M. 1966. The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn. London: Penguin Classics.
“No more painters, no more scribblers, no more musicians, no more sculptors, no more religions, no more royalists, no more radicals, no more imperialists, no more anarchists, no more socialists, no more communists, no more proletariat, no more democrats, no more republicans, no more bourgeois, no more aristocrats, no more arms, no more police, no more nations, an end at last to all this Stupidity, nothing left, nothing at all, nothing, nothing.”
Louis Aragon, “Manifesto of the Dada”