Thomas Bernhard(he couldnt shake calling him Bermhard(berm an embankment a defence against tanks  or braying asses)  he couldnt curb his tongue for his life though fortunately he didnt discussed writing or writers with many   

Bernhard accepting a minor Austrian literary award remarked  Es ist alles lächerlich, wenn man an den Tod denkt.  Everything is ridiculous, when one thinks of Death.  

everything is ridiculous when weighed against death

unfortunately if death has not littered your waybefallen family or friends youre at a long long distance and deprivation  removed from death you cant understand it you weigh your artificial entitlement(all entitlements are artifice and fortunate) against others misfortunes  why would you waste your valuable time considering the other  theyre the other  thats all you need to know about them  they are not you or yours and of course you know you never would be them and they could never be you  the other exactly is not of your bloodyour concern  unless however you might need blood which you then anticipate they would provide for you  how could they not  holding yourself in esteem who would not want you to have their blood so you could heal and prosper  and unthinkingly possibly prosper on their backs 

he smiledthoroughly appreciating Bernhards sentiment

he really liked that he found Bermhard through W G Sebald  

Sebald revered him 

how could he not

anyone should be able to appreciate the monologues or rants of a man who wrote what he saw didnt manipulate judgment and left the loose leaning threatening-to-tip bundle in the readers lap to determine what they read

he writes

its the readers job to gleam what he meant  or not

What matters is whether we want to lie or to tell the truth and write the truth, even though it never can be the truth and never is the truth.  Bernhards The Gathering

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