Character — the willingness to accept responsibility for one’s own life — is the source from which self-respect springs. ― Joan Didion, “On Self-Respect.” (1968)
Truly fine poetry must be read aloud. A good poem does not allow itself to be read in a low voice or silently. If we can read it silently, it is not a valid poem: a poem demands pronunciation. Poetry always remembers that it was an oral art before it was a written art. It… Continue reading Jorge Luis Borges
Wandering creates the desert. – Edmond Jabès, quoted in A Nomad Poetics: Essays. Written by Pierre Joris. (Wesleyan November 5, 2003)
We are not idealized wild things. We are imperfect mortal beings, aware of that mortality even as we push it away, failed by our very complication, so wired that when we mourn our losses we also mourn, for better or for worse, ourselves. As we were. As we are no longer. As we will one… Continue reading Joan Didion
Someday it all comes. — Joan Didion, “On Keeping a Notebook,” Slouching Towards Bethlehem. (Farrar, Straus and Giroux October 1, 1990) Originally published 1968.
Am I in love? –yes, since I am waiting. The other one never waits. Sometimes I want to play the part of the one who doesn’t wait; I try to busy myself elsewhere, to arrive late; but I always lose at this game. Whatever I do, I find myself there, with nothing to do, punctual,… Continue reading Roland Barthes
What is there to struggle against? Nobody can put the stars back together again. — Henry Miller from “Patchen: Man of Anger and Light,” Stand Still Like the Hummingbird (New Directions 1962) Originally published 1959.