Monthly Archives: September 2008
VICTORIOUS:
Au Bibliotheque du Henri Miller
“What literature needs most to tell and investigate today are humanity’s basic fears: the fear of being left outside, and the fear of counting for nothing, and the feelings of worthlessness that come with such fears; the collective humiliations, vulnerabilities, slights, grievances, sensitivities and imagined insults.”
From ‘Life, Words’ in [...]
DO NOT ASSOCIATE WITH PLASTIC
A wise tree once told me, ‘Do not associate with plastic.”
I found out today that 40 million plastic bottles are thrown away every day in the USA alone. That freaks me out. I don’t know about you, but 40 MILLION…………………A DAY? That is fucked up, and so unreally unbelievable, that I’m sure a lot of people [...]
I STILL SPEAK LOUDLY
It is getting colder here,
the eyes dry and heavy,
the heavy step as I drift to you.
I feel as if I could lie down
and would sink through the third, second and first floors
all the way to the core, while the beeping of the dishwasher
still annoyed me as I entered the gravity of magma at Earth [...]
Extreme happiness, Extraordinary pain
(Title taken from Mia Doi Todd’s song ‘Kokoro’ which lulls me to sleep in these restless days)
I have no eyes for sleep anymore, and a head way too big for my heart. Or is it the other way around? They compete. The heart is a strange thing: I’m a little obsessive about it. I feel [...]
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THE QUESTION IS: WHY DO YOU WRITE?
“I write because I have an innate need to write! I write because I can’t do normal work like other people. I write because I want to read books like the ones I write. I write because I am angry at all of you, angry at everyone. I write because I love sitting in a [...]
THE GRAVITY OF CHOOSING
“A child’s education should begin at least one hundred years before he is born.”
- Oliver Wendell Holmes, Jr., US Supreme Court Justice (1841-1935)
Flung forth from my dark hands, built with mud that I hadn’t known could stick like such, life goes. The hands made in a place of darkness from which all collisions separate, magnetize and implode: [...]
New York.