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âI know who I am, and who I may be if I choose.â
-Don Quixote
âWhy are we here if not for each other?â
-Claudia Rankine, Donât Let Me Be Lonely
âWe, too, can divide ourselves, itâs true.
But only into flesh and a broken whisper.â
-WisĆawa Szymroska, view with a grain of sand
âSay it againâwe are
spared nothing.â
-Yusef Komunyakaa, I Apologize for the Eyes in My Head
âI began in Ohio.
I still dream of home.â
-James Wright
âIf you come as softly
as the wind within the trees
You may hear what I hear
See what sorrow sees.â
âThe drones never have any other children than daughters.â
-from Literary Digest,
Funk and Wagnalls (1902)
âfor our blood, mixed
soon with their passion in sport,
in difference, in anger,
will create new soils, new souls, new
ancestorsâ
-Kamau Brathwaite
âThen wear the gold hat, if that will move her;
If you can bounce high, bounce for her too,
Till she cry âLover, gold-hatted, high-bouncing lover,
I must have you!â
-Thomas Parke DâInvillers
âPraise the barbarians invading your sleep
Their exploding horses hurting the snowâ
âRemind us, Muse, of that man of many means,
sent spinning the length and breadth of the map
after brining the towers of Troy to their knees;
of the lessons he learned in the cities of great minds,
and the heartbreak he suffered, roaming the seas
to land his shipmates and salvage his life.
But for all the torture and grief he sustained
his comrades were lost; heedless fools,
they gorged on the flesh of the Cattle of the Sun.
In turn, the God of the Sun made death their domain.
Muse, daughter of Memory and Zeus,
Where to start this story is yours to choose.â
âNO MORE SAND ART, no sand book, no masters.â
-Paul Celan
âPerhaps everybody has a garden of Eden, I donât know; but they have scarcely seen their garden before they see the flaming sword. Then, perhaps, life only offers the choice of remembering the garden or forgetting it. Either, or: it takes strength to remember, it takes another kind of strength to forget, it takes a hero to do both.â
-James Baldwin, âGiovanniâs Roomâ
âInto this wild abyss,
The womb of nature and perhaps her grave,
Of neither sea, nor shore, nor air, nor fire,
But all these in their pregnant causes mixed
Confusedly, and which thus must ever fight,
Unless the almighty maker them ordain
His dark materials to create more worlds,
In this wild abyss the wary fiend
Stood on the brink of hell and looked a while,
Pondering his voyageâŠâ
-John Milton, Paradise Lost, Book II
âThe morning comes, the night decays, the watchmen leave their stations;
The grace is burst, the spices shed, the linen wrappĂšd up;
The bones of death, the covâring clay, the sinews shrunk and dryâd
Reviving shake, inspiring move, breathing, awakening,
Spring like redeemĂšd captives, when their bonds and bars are burst,
Let the slave grinding at the mill run out into the field,
Let him look up into the heavens and laugh in the bright air;
Let the enchainĂšd soul, shut up in darkness and in sighing,
Whose face has never seen a smile in thirty weary years,
Rise and look out; his chains are loose, his dungeon doors are open;
And let his wife and children return from the oppressorâs scourge.
They look behind at every step, and believe it is a dream,
Singing: âThe Sun has left his blackness, and has found a fresher morning,
And the fair Moon rejoices in the clear and cloudless night;
For Empire is no more, and now the Lion and Wolf shall cease.â
-from âAmerica: A Prophecyâ by William Blake
â O stars,
isnât it from you that the loverâs desire for the face
of his beloved arises? Doesnât his secret insight
into her pure features come from the pure constellations?â
-from âThe Third Elegyâ by Rainer Maria Rilke
âFine vapors escape from whatever is doing the living.
The night is cold and delicate and full of angels
Pounding down the living. The factories are all lit up,
The chime goes unheard.
We are together at last, though far apart.â
-from âThe Ecclesiastâ by John Ashbery
âWe have this history of impossible solutions for insoluble problems.â
-Will Eisner, in conversation
âWonderful escape!â
-Nathaniel Hawthorne, âWakefieldâ
âThe bright side of the planet moves toward darkness
And the cities are falling asleep, each in its hour,
And for me, now as then, it is too much.
There is too much world.â
-Czeslaw Milosz
The Separate Notebooks
âMagic exists in most societies in one way or another, and one of the forms it exists in a lot of places is, if you know a thingâs true name, you have power over the thing, or the person. And of course itâs irresistible because Iâm a writer. I use words, and knowing the names of things isâI do magic, I do make up things that didnât exist before by naming them.â
-Ursula K. Le Guin, Worlds of Ursula K. Le Guin
(dir. Arwen Curry, 2018)
âWestern wind, when will thou blow,
The small rain down can rain?
Christ, that my love were in my arms
And I in my bed again!â
âsomeone who goes with his very being to language, stricken by and seeking realityâ
âThere is a theory which states that if ever anyone discovers exactly what the Universe is for and why it is here, it will instantly disappear and be replaced by something even more bizarre and inexplicable.
There is another which states that this has already happened.â
âAnything that happens, happens.
Anything that, in happening, causes something else to happen, causes something else to happen.
Anything that, in happening, causes itself to happen again, happens again.
It doesnât necessarily do it in chronological order, though.â
âSo far Iâve been reading nothing but Pushkin and am drunk with rapture, every day I discover something new.â
-Fyodor Dostoevsky in a letter to his wife, 16 (28) July 1874
âOh, monsters are scaredâŠ
Thatâs why their monsters.â
-Neil Gaiman
âlookâ (*) In mine warfare, a period during which a mine circuit is respective of an influence.â
-Dictionary of Military and Associated Terms
United States Department of Defense
âThe expulsion from Paradise is in its main significance eternal. Consequently the expulsion from Paradise is final, and life in this world irrevocable, but the eternal nature of the process makes it nevertheless possible that not only could we remain forever in Paradise, but that we are currently there in actual face, no matter whether we know it here or notâ
-Kafka
âThe cattle are lowing,
The Baby awakes.
But the little Lord Jesus
No crying He makes.â
âJesus cryingâ
âNothing is more priceless and more worthy of preservation than the rich array of animal life with which our country has been blessed. It is a many-faceted treasure, of value to scholars, scientists, and nature lovers alike, and it forms a vital part of the heritage we all share as Americans.â
-President Richard Nixon, statement upon signing the Endangered Species Act of 1973
â⊠revelatory truth has a great allure: It seems to answer our craving for oder and meaning. It gives our chaotic histories a satisfying âshapeliness.â
-Emily Fox Gordon, Mockingbird Years
âI think we are well-advised to keep on nodding terms with the people we used to be, whether we find them attractive company or not.â
-Joan Didion, âOn Keeping a Notebookâ
âHonestyâs the best policy.â
-Miguel de Cervantes
âLiars prosper.â
-Anonymous
âAt the beginning of a story, attack a subject, no matter where, and open with some very beautiful phrases which will arouse the desire to complete it.â
-Baudelaire
âTravel is a meat thing.â
-William Gibson
âWe die with the dying:
See, they depart, and we go with them.
We are born with the dead:
See, they return, and bring us with them.â
-T.S. Eliot
âWhat is the deepest loss that you have suffered?
If drinking is bitter, change yourself to wineâ
-from Sonnets to Orpheus II, 29
Rainer Maria Rilke
Translated by Stephen Mitchell
âUntil the late twentieth century, every generation throughout history lived with the tacit certainty that there would be generations to follow. Each assumed, without questioning, that its children and childrenâs children would walk the same Earth, under the same sky. Hardships, failures, and personal death were encompassed in that vaster assurance of continuity. That certainty is now lost to us, whatever our politics. That loss, unmeasured and immeasurable, is the pivotal psychological reality of our time.â
-Joanna Macy, Working Through Environmental Despair
ââŠwhere is it that we can gather and kind of be alone together? And, you know, thereâs so much, as we all know, âus/them.â And what are the circumstances for âwe,â that I can enjoy the pleasure of something Iâm seeing here, know that Iâm also sharing that with a person next to me? And thereâs an interesting kind of intimacy with this total stranger that the situation makes possible.â
-Ann Hamilton, Interview with Krista Tippett
On Being: Making, and the Spaces We Share
âPĂ©tri de vanitĂ©, il avait encore plus de cette espĂšce dâorgueil qui fait avouer avec la mĂȘme indiffĂ©rences les bonnes comme les mauvaises actions, suite dâun sentiment de supĂ©rioritĂ© peut-ĂȘtre imaginaireâ
(TirĂ© dâune letter particuliĂšre)
âIâve all these two days spent filing old letters, taking them out of old envelopes, clipping the pages together, putting them away⊠hundreds of old letters from Allen, Burroughs, Cassady, enuf to make you cry the enthusiasms of younger men⊠how bleak we become. And fame kills all. Someday âThe Letters of Allen Ginsberg to Jack Kerouacâ will make America cry.â
-Jack Kerouac, in a letter to Lawrence Ferlinghetti, May 25, 1961
âEt ignotas animum dimittit in artes.â
-Ovid, Metamorphoses, VIII, 188
âIt is difficult to believe in the dreadful but quiet war of organic beings, going on in the peaceful woods, & smiling fields.â
-Darwin, 1839 journal entry
âMen ask the way to Cold Mountain.
Cold Mountain: thereâs no through trail.â
-Han-shan