Diane di Prima
ursula k. le guin, the lathe of heaven
Diane di Prima
ursula k. le guin, the lathe of heaven
— Anne Sexton, Imitations of Drowning
“One of the strongest feelings I remember from my childhood is, precisely, of being humiliated; of being knocked about by words, acts, or situations. Isn’t it a fact that children are always feeling deeply humiliated in their relations with grown-ups and each other? I have a feeling children spend a good deal of their time humiliating one another. Our whole education is just one long humiliation, and it was even more so when I was a child. One of the wounds I’ve found hardest to bear in my adult life has been the fear of humiliation, and the sense of being humiliated. Every time I read a review, for instance — whether laudatory or not — this feeling awakes. To humiliate and be humiliated, I think, is a crucial element in our whole social structure.”
— Ingmar Bergman; Interviews with Ingmar Bergman by Stig Bjorkman
George Kubler - The Shape of Time: Remarks on the History of Things (1962)
Guattari’s idea is both refreshing and profound. He suggests that when a person experiences psychosis, her psychosis changes according to her surroundings, and, therefore, treating her with fear by locking her up, keeping her in restraints, overmedicating her, and exposing her to other methods of suppression only serves to change her psychosis to a psychosis of fear and paranoia. Who, psychotic or not, in the same situation wouldn’t also feel terror and paranoia? Indeed, there is a legitimate reason to be paranoid and afraid. Further, the shock of being treated inhumanly, the sense of alienation and of betrayal, and, perhaps paramountly, the realization that humans can and do treat other humans in this way, is itself shocking and traumatizing. It is a shock and trauma that alters the psyche, changing the personality of the person who undergoes it.
Cynthia Cruz, Disquieting: Essays on Silence
Søren Kierkegaard, Diaries 1813-1855
— BERTOLT BRECHT, trans. John Willett.
— the shape of a pocket by john berger
losing it a little at Hanif Abdurraqib's new year post
“And the night smells like snow. Walking home for a moment you almost believe you could start again. And an intense love rushes to your heart, and hope. It’s unendurable, unendurable.”
— Franz Wright, “Night Walk” (via oh-girl-among-the-roses)
-bell hooks, All About Love: New Visions (2001)
{Quotes :Norwegian Wood Haruki Murakami / Sarah Kay}
A Constant Hum (found in a derelict factory)
Scattered All Over the Earth, Yōko Tawada
image transcript:
My German friends all love to go for a walk and often ask me to come along. Not just for fifteen or twenty minutes, either. They'll keep going for an hour at least, and in good weather as long as two without a rest. What's more, about forty minutes into our walk a friend will finally open his heart to me and confess, "I broke up with my girlfriend": without strong legs, you can't even make friends in this country.
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“It's taboo to admit that you're lonely. You can make jokes about it, of course. You can tell people that you spend most of your time with Netflix or that you haven't left the house today and you might not even go outside tomorrow. But rarely do you ever tell people about the true depths of your loneliness, about how you feel more and more alienated from your friends each passing day and you're not sure how to fix it. It seems like everyone is just better at living than you are. A part of you knew this was going to happen. Growing up, you just had this feeling that you wouldn't transition well to adult life, that you'd fall right through the cracks. And look at you now, it's happening.”
Heres a link to Ryan O'Connell's original piece
For context hes a writer and actor who's gay and has cerebral palsy.