Man, I’m sick of doubt. ― Jim Morrison, from “Severed Garden,” An American Prayer. Released: November 17, 1978. Label: Elektra/Asylum Records.
Suicide Hotline Hold Music We play cheerful music on the suicide hotline— cheerful but not too cheerful. Nothing with lyrics. Sometimes, when I finally talk to them, they’re crying, and sometimes they keep crying. I fight the urge to tell them jokes. Sometimes they get on my nerves. Sometimes I ask them to… Continue reading Jessy Randall
Nothing ever goes away until it has taught us what we need to know. — Pema Chödrön
Eternalise me just a bit: take some snow and sculpt me in it, with your warm and bare palm polish me until I shine . . . — Vera Pavlova, Письма в соседнюю комнату: 1001 признание в люk. Translation: Steven Seymour. (AST Publishing House, Moscow, 2006)
The heart is the organ of desire (the heart swells, weakens, etc., like the sexual organs), as it is held, enchanted, within the domain of the Image-repertoire. What will the world, what will the other do with my desire? That is the anxiety in which are gathered all the hearts movements, all the hearts “problems”.… Continue reading Roland Barthes
In the middle of the night, I wake without breath and write my name over and over again to keep myself from disappearing. — Gillian Sze, from “Located,” The Anatomy of Clay. (ECW Press April 1, 2011)
You attract what you need like a lover. ― Gertrude Stein