“I write out of a greed for lives and language. A need to listen to the orchestra of the living. It is often said that a writer is more alive than his peers. But I believe he might also be sleepier than his peers, a sort of narcoleptic who requires constant waking up by his own imaginative work. He is closer to sleep and dream, and his memory is more haunted, thus more precise. I think of those moments in Faulkner and Beckett when the words seem absolutely final, bodiless, disattached, as out of a cloud of huge necessity. My desire to come even close to that team is a vanity met with vast gratitude: that you were hit by something as you stood in the way of it, that anybody is listening.” - Barry Hannah, from Why I Write (via petitchou)
Casa Robino
Shared Hospitality Excavations
