“Note to self: You’ve gotta do this for you. This is for you. This isn’t about anybody. Live for you. Honor you. Never lose sight of that.”
— Unknown
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“Note to self: You’ve gotta do this for you. This is for you. This isn’t about anybody. Live for you. Honor you. Never lose sight of that.”
— Unknown
(Music) is something I cannot imagine being without. For without music, life is a journey through a desert that has not ever heard the rumor of God. In music’s sweet harmony, I had all the proof I needed of a God who held the earth together between the staffs, where the heavens lay. Here, he marked all the lines and spaces with notes so perfect that they praised all of his creation with their beauty.
— Pat Conroy, Beach Music (Doubleday, June 1995) (via Alive on All Channels)
We live in a world that has become mechanized to an amazingly high degree. Irrational unconscious phenomena are always a threat to this mechanization. Poets may be delightful creatures in the meadow or the garret, but they are menaces on the assembly line. Mechanization requires uniformity, predictability, and orderliness; and the very fact that unconscious phenomena are original and irrational is already an inevitable threat to bourgeois order and uniformity. This is one reason people in our modern Western civilization have been afraid of unconscious and irrational experience. For the potentialities that surge up in them from deeper mental wells simply don't fit the technology which has become so essential for our world. What people today do out of fear of irrational elements in themselves as well as in other people is to put tools and mechanics between themselves and the unconscious world. This protects them from being grasped by the frightening and threatening aspects of irrational experience. I am saying nothing whatever, I am sure it will be understood, against technology or techniques or mechanics in themselves. What I am saying is that the danger always exists that our technology will serve as a buffer between us and nature, a block between us and the deeper dimensions of our own experience. Tools and techniques ought to be an extension of consciousness, but they can just as easily be a protection from consciousness. Then tools become defense mechanisms—specifically against the wider and more complex dimensions of consciousness that we call the unconscious. Our mechanisms and technology then make us "uncertain in the impulses of the spirit," as the physicist Heisenberg puts it.
Rollo May, The Courage to Create
“Having a soft heart in a cruel world is courage, not weakness.”
— Katherine Henson
“Find out the reason that commands you to write; see whether it has spread its roots into the very depth of your heart; confess to yourself you would have to die if you were forbidden to write.”
Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet
Rainer Maria Rilke, in a letter to Lou Andreas Salomé written c. January 1913, from Rilke and Andreas-Salomé: A Love Story in Letters
𝑚𝑒𝑙𝑜𝑑𝑖𝑒𝑠⠀قيثارات 𖠁
𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗉𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗏𝗂𝗈𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗌.
𝑒.
𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗉𝗂𝖼𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖿
𝖿𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗎𝗇𝗌𝖾𝗍𝗌.
“The silence depressed me. It wasn't the silence of silence. It was my own silence.” · Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar.
𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑜 · 𝑟𝑒𝑖.
𝗌𝗆. 𝟣──𝗈 𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗈 𝖽𖤓 𝖽𝗂𝖺;𝗈 𝗌𝗈𝗅.
𝑣𝑖𝑟𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑎 𝑤𝑜𝑜𝑙𝑓, ♡
“𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗋 𝖺 𝗏𝗂𝖽𝖺 𝗉𝖾𝗅𝖺 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾, 𝗌𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗋𝖾.”
͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏
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Anaïs Nin, Delta of Venus
Kiss me. I am an odd geometry of elbows and skin, a lopsided symmetry of sin and virtue. And you.
I can feel your eyes burning over the horizon of my shoulders.
-from “Beatrice,” by Sandra Cisneros in My Wicked Wicked Ways
The best sentence I have read so far this year:
She is always sad like a house on fire.
It evokes emotional dissonance by juxtaposing sadness —which is internal— to the image of outwards destruction. It forces the reader to reconsider what sad feels like.
"But I remember, and remembering is like an open wound."
Clarice Lispector, Selected Cronicas
Nothing hurts! Nothing hurts! “Nothing hurts!” [...] “Except for— Re...mem... ber ...ng. Re...member...ing. Remembering.”
Yelena Moskovich, The Natashas
"—I'm not crying, it's just...that I remember"
Sandra Cisneros, Caramelo
One Last Poem for Richard by Sandra Cisneros
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Here, night falls after the evening;
here, your shadow lingers amidst the deep silence.!!!!
Sarthak♾️
Forgetting it is important. We do it on purpose. It means we get a bit of a rest. Are you listening? We have to forget. Or we’d never sleep ever again.
Ali Smith, Autumn
“I’d rather be around a passionate nerd than a non-passionate cool person. Because if you lack passion, your soul is diminishing by the second. You have to be passionate about something. Call it obsessed or whatever you want, but be obsessed about something. Obsessed people care. I’m passionate about so many things, it becomes an issue at certain points, but at least you have the ability to feel that much about something.”
— Matt Cohen