MAUREEN CLAUDETTE

AMATEUR. https://tinyletter.com/howtobeamess

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Everyone, watch School of Rock

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"Throughout the history of Western art there has been a tendency to exoticism the woman artist as an exception, and then paradoxically to use her unique status as a weapon to undermine her achievement"

Whitney Chadwick. Women, Art, and Society.

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Submission Friday:

Anna Valdez

Ways of Seeing - oil on canvas, 74 x 60 inches, 2017

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I loved Janey and she was sexual, but looking at women was a way of looking at myself and, I suppose, a way of loving myself.

Jeanette Winterson, Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal?

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Having your heart broken is a tremendous way to learn about the world.

Twentieth-Century Women

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August 14

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You are not a reflection of the people who can’t love you.

Caitlyn Siehl (via themotivationjournals)

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I was so young, I did not know the word for you yet. Dumb, dumb, I crawled toward you like a sewer rat, bit down on your wretched nipple, that no-good feast. And you squawked my wrong name until my brain split in two. Threw me in a room until my tears lost their salt. Woman, if that is the thing I must call you, I am not to blame for the stones in your pockets. I was never the worst stain on your wedding dress. The horrors that I mirror are not my own. Drink some gin. Get some rest. Pin your burdens to the bathroom wall. Let me remain a nameless girl. The ghost crawling towards you with a knife in its throat.

December by Rachel McKibbens  (via notmanetstype)

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Not anyone who says, “I’m going to be careful and smart in matters of love,” who says, “I’m going to choose slowly,” but only those lovers who didn’t choose at all but were, as it were, chosen by something invisible and powerful and uncontrollable and beautiful and possibly even unsuitable - only those know what I’m talking about in this talking about love.

Mary Oliver, “Not Anyone Who Says” (via maureenclaudette)

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Not anyone who says, "I'm going to be careful and smart in matters of love," who says, "I'm going to choose slowly," but only those lovers who didn't choose at all but were, as it were, chosen by something invisible and powerful and uncontrollable and beautiful and possibly even unsuitable - only those know what I'm talking about in this talking about love.

Mary Oliver, “Not Anyone Who Says”

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August 2

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"But then I got there [the marines] and...everyone was there because nobody knew how to stop whatever was happening at home. You can't leave places. The only useful job you can have in the places where everything is blown up is to care for the pieces."

- Taylor Mac, Hir: a play

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"I mean, how can you belong somewhere if you've grown up in a place where you never belong."

Taylor Mac, Hir: a play

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It is bitter for the young to see what awful innocence adults grow into, that terrible vulnerability that must be sheltered from the rodent mire of childhood.

Katherine Dunn, Geek Love

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What is left after this? What can death loose in me after your embrace? Your touch, your limbs are more terrible to do me hurt. What can death mar in me that you have not?

H.D., “Envy”

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Exhume those bodies. Exhume those stories. The stories of the people who dreamed big. And never saw those dreams to fruition. People who fell in love, and lost. I became an artist, and thank god I did! Because we are the only profession that celebrates what it means to live a life.

Viola Davis

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