Category Archives: Quote

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But to think about Eric now, after these years of pain, is to contemplate something incomprehensible to me. Separation. Of course I’ve thought about it. We both have. We’ve even done it. But because I’ve spoken the words, because I’ve … Continue reading

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I’m haunted a little this evening by feelings that have no vocabulary and events that should be explained in dimensions of lint rather than words. I’ve been examining half-scraps of my childhood. They are pieces of distant life that have … Continue reading

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451.

Remembering is repetition. Anyone can know that. What one repeats is the scene in which one is acting, the days in which one is living, the coming and going which one is doing. Anything one is remembering is a repetition. … Continue reading

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448.

It’s easy to see the beginnings of things and harder to see the ends. I can remember now with a clarity that makes the nerves at the back of my neck constrict when New York began for me, but I … Continue reading

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421.

I climbed the condor’s shadow spinning solar thread. “Re ……..member …………………….(it said) The union of water and blood.” “The glacier’s thirst” A sound birthing its own death. “a menstrual quipo” by Cecilia Vicuna

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415.

…not as stable and constant but as something unfolding– something acted as much as articulated, inherently fluid and transitional. Publisher description of theory by Johan Redstrom

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It would have to be beautiful and hard as steel and make people ashamed of their existence. from La Nausée by Jean-Paul Sartre

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