Top Quotes from Foucault’s Pendulum by Umberto Eco

Umberto Eco became like a new Hermann Hesse to me, over the last two years.

I have only read Foucault’s Pendulum and On Literature, but these were undertakings filled with amazing rabbit holes.

I recently reread the pages of notes I took from Foucault’s Pendulum. A very hermetic-y work, at least to my unaffiliated eyes.

Here are my favorites.

Believe there is a secret and you will feel like an initiate. It costs nothing…to live as if there were a Plan.

To dismantle the world into two saraband of anagrams.

Le monde est fait pour aboutir a un livre (faux).

Tout se tient.

Books of diabolicals must not innovate.

Yearning for mystery. Initiation is learning never to stop.

The most powerful secret is a secret without content.

Foucault’s Pendulum

Umberto Eco, Author, Eco, Author, William Weaver, Translator Houghton Mifflin Harcourt (HMH) (656p) ISBN 978-0-15-132765-2. Trade edition.

Speakeasy Alleys

The fan at the bar who

drank zero drinks for

hours

leaps to his feet

/baby says she’s mine/

/you know she tells me all

the time/

/you know she said so/

He flashed a fiver

and dances up the length

of the bar’s entrance

and back down again.

Pro-offered & finally

accepted.

A silver fox takes his

hand.

Howl they dance.

She dances with him

through the next three

covers.

Not a bad turn around on

investment, in this fool’s eyes.

A girl dances along-side

them and begins waving.

Then, she plays it off.

She did not know to

whom she waved.

But, maybe she will.

Ever-one jumps up and

rushes to dance to CCR.

I say: I like the smell of

your leather.

He says: you’re the girl in

the black dress.

I say: there’s some white

crosshairs on here.

He smiles; and, I walk away.

I espy the Dance Partner

give her number away

while all ages free-dance

I overhear: it is what it is

Howl yes

It is

And, the band howls:

Here it comes

/well nothing I do don’t

seem to work, <howl>, it

only seems to make

matters worse/

The bassist nails the

outro.

Then, on the next song,

the band changes singers.

They break into

Rebel, Rebel. They

miss a line.

They redeem the

recapitulation of

Ziggy Stardust

/gurl, I want to be with

you/

It is funny

Go across an ocean and

they sing southern, u.s. rock.

Come back home and all they wanna sing

is the British invasion.

A breeze blows from

The Sound

as I walk home alone.

On Music: Glass Bead Game: Master Ludi Quote

Music does not consist in those purely intellectual oscillations and figurations which we have abstracted from it.

Its pleasure consists in its sensuous character.

In the outpouring of breath.

In the beating of time.

Certainly, the spirit is the main thing.

The invention of new instruments,

altering old ones.

The introduction of new keys.

New rules, taboos, regarding construction and harmony, are always mere gestures and superficialities, as our the fashions of nations.

-Hermann Hesse

Gertrude; Hermann Hesse, 1910 (quotes)

“Everything that had belonged to me in these earlier years of my life went from me and became alien and lost to me. I suddenly saw how sad and artificial my life had been during this period. For the loves, friends, habits, and pleasures of these years were discarded like badly fitting clothes.  I  parted from the without pain and all that remained was to wonder that I could have endured them so long.”

 

“The lives of ordinary people can be boring, but the activities and destinies of idlers are interesting…I remained apart from ordinary life.”

 

“I was overwhelmed by an astonishing feeling of happiness, for I suddenly knew what love was. It was not a new feeling but a clarification and confirmation of old premonitions, a return to native country.”

 

“The most lively young people become the best old people; not the ‘wise’ ones from school.”

 

“I can’t live and I can’t die. Everything seems meaningless and stupid.”

 

 

Once around the Block

A swollen ankle following a trip in the forest.

I hurt it dancing.

Curious night.


I espied two bees.

Too quick to capture.

I sat for a few moments

This was the ground below

The yellow wild flowers across the way.

The planted, multi-color behind me.

I curious shape situated in the middle of the across the way.

A heart n the sky.

The sky broad-stroked.

Blooms i have been anticipating.

1st i have sceene.

New from the Forest: Throwing Shade & Sunshine

The high wind shook and shimmied the foliage-heavy forest like a candle flickers the refraction of light on my white door.

Cotton(wood) splays itself across the path like nymphs waiting to be swept up in collection. Spattering of coral-esque moss. Sea foam green.

My spine becomes alit. Some exhalations come out like breath on a cold day.

The first few days of summer in the forest, we see as ampersand from below before we can see from above.

Death of the early summer days.  Dead moleskin leathering in the sun.  Pecked out banana slugs, the spoils of the war of the early birds.

Snakes sun mid-path, unconcerned with your intrusion.

Ten feet later this sun vanishes. Ten minutes, later on, it returns.

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I cross eight and one half bridges. But, there are only five bridges.

Life begins as rabbits run into brambles. Fresh, with ears not fully grown.

(Groan).

Ducklings fatten on the now enshallowed Salmon Ladder pond.

I still espy you, sweet and lovely dummy.

Seated among the tall grass like a forested catacomb.

The first of the summer berries ripen.

Ruddy gold.

Bloody red.

Some

(already em-)purpled.

The serpent’s red eyes open.

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Spring Haunches

Leopard Branch grows a summer coat of kudzu,

Not yet claustrophobic

It will not be humid enough.

Not like in Bamaland.

His legs drape mossy of either side of the foreside.

Hips rested just so.

Tail winding round the trunk of his supportive tree.

Head resting.

Possibly but not necessarily asleep.