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Ursula K. Le Guin, The Left Hand of Darkness

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—Olivia Laing, “My Heart Opens to Your Voice,” The Lonely City

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Monologue of Despair Penelope Alegria

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Jorge Luis Borges, “The Nothingness Of Personality”

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But I left so long ago it’s been peeled off, / my consciousness, by the brutal claws of distance.

— Saddiq Dzukogi, from Book One, Bakandamiya

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Kazuo Ishiguro | from his Nobel prize (2017) acceptance speech.

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“Feline heads“ Peru, Mochica culture 1st to 8th centuries AD

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kathy acker (1971-1975) unpublished early writings

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The opposite of anxiety is not calmness, it is desire. Anxiety and desire are two, often conflicting, orientations to the unknown. Both are tilted toward the future. Desire implies a willingness, or a need, to engage this unknown, while anxiety suggests a fear of it. Desire takes one out of oneself, into the possibility of relationship, but it also takes one deeper into oneself. Anxiety turns one back on oneself, but only onto the self that is already known. There is nothing mysterious about the anxious state; it leaves one teetering in an untenable and all too familiar isolation. There is rarely desire without some associated anxiety: We seem to be wired to have apprehension about that which we cannot control, so in this way, the two are not really complete opposites. But desire gives one a reason to tolerate anxiety and a willingness to push through it.

Open to Desire

Mark Epstein

#thinking about this again

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The Long and Short of It, Richard Siken

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“Stop thinking about saving your fragile face. Tell us your particularized world. Make up a story. Narrative is radical, creating us at the very moment it is being created. We will not blame you if your reach exceeds your grasp. We will not blame you if your words go down in flames and nothing is left but the raw-scald. We will not blame you if, with the reticence of a surgeon’s hands, your words suture only the red places where blood might flow. We will not blame you because we know you can never do it properly: once and for all. Passion is never enough. Talent is never enough. Skill is never enough. But try. For our sake and yours. So. Forget your name in the street; tell us what the world has been to you in the dark places and in the light. Don’t tell us what to believe, what to fear. Show us belief’s wide skirt and the stitch that unravels fear’s caul. You, so blessed with occasional blindness, can speak the language that tells us what only language can: how to see without pictures. We tell ourselves stories in order to live.”

— Toni Morrison, The Nobel Lecture In Literature, 1993

#yes ms morrison right away