Everything we do is falling. Even walking is a kind of controlled falling. But that’s not the same as failing.
I tried not to marry you because neither of us have a happy-ever-after story written inside us.
The arts aren’t a leisure industry – the arts have always been an imaginative and emotional wrestle with reality -a series of inventions and creations. A capacity to think differently, a willingness to change our understanding of ourselves. To help us be wiser, more reflective, less frightened people.
Someone you loved and what happened. That’s all there is when you dig in your pockets.
Memories can be tools for change; they don’t have to be weapons used against us, or baggage we have to drag around.
Most of us can only see the world we know.
How else can I know you but through the body you rent? Forgive me if I love it too much.
Even being good has unintended consequences. You’re only human, after all.
The future is not fixed unless we allow it to be so.
And memories, sometimes, are places we go to honor the dead.
I think it is often so that those most in need of change choose to fall in love and then throw up their hands and blame it all on fate.
I nodded. He threw his paper at me. “Here, keep up with the world, even if you don’t want to join it.
It’s snowing. Here I am. Lost and Found.
We were patient enough to count the hairs on each other’s heads, too impatient to get undressed. Neither of us had the upper hand, we wore matching wounds.
Here I am. Not leaving any more. Home.
I watched him, sardonic, cynical. A great poet, truly, yet unkind. The gifts of our nature seem not to modify the manner of our behaviour.
Hox is a racing word: it means to hamstring a horse not so brutally that she can’t walk but cleverly so that she can’t run. Society hoxes women and pretends that God, Nature or the genepool designed them lame.
I visited a manufactory in Manchester with my father. I saw that the wretched creatures enslaved to the machines were as repetitive in their movements as machines. They were distinguished only by their unhappiness. The great wealth of the manufactories is not for the workers but for the owners. Humans must live in misery to be the mind of the machines.
Money culture recognises no currency but its own. Whatever is not money, whatever is not making money, is useless to it. The entire efforts of our government as directed through our society are efforts towards making more and more money. This favours the survival of the dullest.
Getting older happens suddenly. It’s like swimming out to sea and realising that the shore you’re making for isn’t the shore where you started out.