I can’t help but dream about a kind of criticism that would not try to judge, but to bring an oeuvre, a book, an idea, to life. –Michael Foucault
Women– but are you not sick to death of the word? –Virginia Woolf
“Monsters cannot be announced. One cannot say: ‘here are our monsters’, without immediately turning the monsters into pets.” –Jacques Derrida
What I am saying does not mean that there will be henceforth no form in art. It only means that there will be new form, and that this form will be of such a type that it admits the chaos and does not try to say that the chaos is really something else. The form and the chaos remain separate. The latter is not reduced to the former. That is why the form itself becomes a preoccupation, because it exists as a problem separate from the material it accommodates. To find a form that accommodates the mess, that is the task of the artist now.” –Samuel Beckett
“And what if excess of love
Bewildered them till they died?” –W.B. Yeats
“I love America more than any other country in the world, and, exactly for this reason, I insist on the right to criticize her perpetually.” –James Baldwin
I don’t trust anyone who claims they are uninspired– every mother is a child’s muse, and every father a child’s god. And this remains true whether you listen, worship, or denounce them; this is the art you walk into other people’s lives with. I have never met an exception. –Winnie Richardson
It isn’t my job to judge if they were ready to know or not. To know that the “more” that they long shall be in their lap the moment they give up all their wealth, health, and happiness to loving someone without desperation, and completely out of calm. It always comes back; it is how Love works.
I stared at the world for a long moment, and decided to say nothing. Writing will not help me here, I thought.
I looked, instead, inward to myself. I will make you More, everyday. For telling them the Truth is not my Real Work; living it is. –Katrina Nelson