Gentle Reminders

“When you see that trading is done, not by consent, but by compulsion–when you see that in order to produce, you need to obtain permission from men who produce nothing–when you see that money is flowing to those who deal, not in goods, but in favors–when you see that men get richer by graft and by pull than by work, and your laws don’t protect you against them, but protect them against you–when you see corruption being rewarded and honesty becoming a self-sacrifice–you may know that your society is doomed.”

“The whole world is a series of miracles, but we’re so used to them we call them ordinary things.”

“To move, to breathe, to fly, to float, to gain all while you give, to roam the roads of lands remote, to travel is to live.”

“We tell ourselves stories in order to live […] We interpret what we see, select the most workable of multiple choices. We live entirely … by the imposition of a narrative line upon disparate images, by the ‘ideas’ with which we have learned to freeze the shifting phantasmagoria which is our actual experience.”

“Now they want to make a film For anyone lacking the ability To imagine the body, head in oven, Orphaning children […] they think I should give them my mother’s words To fill the mouth of their monster, Their Sylvia Suicide Doll”

“She used every emotional experience as if it were a scrap of material that could be pieces together to make a wonderful dress; she wasted nothing of what she felt, and when in control of those tumultuous feelings she was able to focus and direct her incredible poetic energy to great effect.”

“I feel unspeakably lonely. And I feel - drained. It is a blank state of mind and soul I cannot describe to you as I think it would not make any difference. Also it is a very private feeling I have - that of melting into a perpetual nervous breakdown. I am often questioning myself what I further want to do, who I further wish to be; which parts of me, exactly, are still functioning properly. No answers, darling. At all.”

“Io sono qui perché ho scritto poesie, un prodotto assolutamente inutile, ma quasi mai nocivo.”