I am in here.
Poetry is a dumb Buddha who thinks a donkey is as important as a diamond. Denial, repression, all those psychological adaptations we developed in childhood were ways of not being there, because being there was too painful. Writing demands that we cut through and be where we are, like a cat gripping the side of … Continue reading qotd
Don’t be “this”. Don’t let them define you. If you catch yourself fitting into a definition, contradict it. Never travel a single road. Always walk through the splitting of the sea. — R. Menachem Mendel Schneerson
… listening to different mingling voices the way the unveiled young taste wine. — David Foster Wallace
Nothing is personal on the Internet. — Judge Judy Posted via email from Patti’s posterous
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