Disappearing.....

“Am I in the picture? Am I getting in or out of it? I could be a ghost, an animal or a dead body, not just this girl standing on the corner…?” ― Francesca Woodman

Writing is like this....

“Writing a novel is a terrible experience, during which the hair often falls out and the teeth decay. I'm always irritated by people who imply that writing fiction is an escape from reality. It is a plunge into reality and it's very shocking to the system.”

― Flannery O'Connor

Cinderella by Edward Burns-Jones

I wonder if those are Rossetti's blue dishes?

Bluebeard by Edna St. Vincent Millay

THIS door you might not open, and you did;      

    So enter now, and see for what slight thing     

You are betrayed…. Here is no treasure hid,       

    No cauldron, no clear crystal mirroring            

The sought-for truth, no heads of women slain   

    For greed like yours, no writhings of distress,

But only what you see…. Look yet again—            

    An empty room, cobwebbed and comfortless.

Yet this alone out of my life I kept

    Unto myself, lest any know me quite;   

And you did so profane me when you crept        

    Unto the threshold of this room to-night          

That I must never more behold your face.           

    This now is yours. I seek another place.           

Nothing last forever but....

 I love that word. Forever. I love that forever doesn’t exist, but we have a word for it anyway, and use it all the time. It’s beautiful and doomed. 

Viv Albertine

Facing reality quotes

"Life in itself is neither good nor evil; it is the scene of good or evil as you make it.’ And, if you have lived a day, you have seen all: one day is equal and like to all other days. There is no other light, no other shade; this very sun, this moon, these very stars, this very order and disposition of things, is the same your ancestors enjoyed, and that shall also entertain your posterity."
                                                    - Michel de Montaigne

Ballerina rose, hybrid musk. My garden. Today.

Angela Carter Quotes

“She herself is a haunted house. She does not possess herself; her ancestors sometimes come and peer out of the windows of her eyes and that is very frightening. She has the mysterious solitude of ambiguous states; she hovers in a no-man’s land between life and death, sleeping and waking.” 
― Angela Carter, The Lady of the House of Love

Burning here....

“To burn with desire and keep quiet about it is the greatest punishment we can bring on ourselves.” 
― Federico García Lorca

Love and Life and Death

“Blot out the moon, 
Pull down the stars. 
Love in the dark, for we're for the dark
So soon, so soon.” 
― Jean Rhys, Wide Sargasso Sea

Van Gogh on Art

“Do you know that it is very, very necessary for honest people to remain in art? Hardly anyone knows that the secret of beautiful work lies to a great extent in truth and sincere sentiment.”

— Vincent Van Gogh

Thoughts

When social justice is ephemeral, rage will burn. This is the lesson of human history, in every culture, in all people. It cannot be denied, for thousands of books and stories tell the same tale. People say they don't understand. Some don't understand. I can only say, how not.--Writing Notebook, 2013

Meaning is always subjective

“Meaning is primarily a subjective psychological experience. A smart person is more likely than the next person to be aware of its absence and to be affected by its absence. He is more likely to get bored, to experience meaninglessness, to begin to see the extent to which neither his society nor the universe are built to satisfy his meaning needs, and to then hunt for soothing or exciting meaning substitutes that ultimately reduce his freedom. Meaning is a smart person's most difficult challenge.” 
― Eric Maisel

Widowhood

“That I was sleeping at a time when my husband was dying is so horrible a thought, I can’t confront it.” 
― Joyce Carol Oates, A Widow's Story

(But I was just so frigging tired...)

My goal is THIS.

“I know there are days when even one single positive thought feels like too much effort, but you must develop an unconditional love for life. You must never lose your childish curiosity for the possibilities in every single day. Who you can be, what you can see, what you can feel and where it can lead you. Be in love with your life, everything about it. The sadness and the joys, the struggles and the lessons, your flaws and strengths, what you lose and what you gain.” 


― Charlotte Eriksson, Empty Roads & Broken Bottles; in search for The Great Perhaps

Very busy writing...

The sensation of writing a book is the sensation of spinning, blinded by love and daring. Annie Dillard (photo Francesca Woodman)

Quote

  Sincerity is not a test of truth. We must not make this mistake: He must be right; he’s so sincere. Because, it is possible to be sincerely wrong. We can only judge truth by truth and sincerity by sincerity.

—	Jim Rohn  (Best quote he ever made.)

Favorite Quote

“There comes a time in everyone's life where if you have intellectual curiosity and an inquisitive mind, you assess the prejudices learned from family and the environment in which you've grown up in — and make a decision to either reject it, or take comfort in remaining ignorant.” 


― Bill Madden

Quote by Graham Joyce

When people die they leave behind tiny deposits, like dust or ash, littering the lives of those who have to carry on. Impossible to wipe a house clean. Memories dwelled in cobweb places behind wardrobes and between cupboards; they hide behind radiators; they urged on shelves; like slivers of shattered glass, they waited for their moment to lodge deep in any vulnerable expanse of passing skin. 

 from Requiem
 by Graham Joyce (1954-2014)

Choose Something Like a Star

O Star (the fairest one in sight),
We grant your loftiness the right
To some obscurity of cloud
It will not do to say of night,
Since dark is what brings out your light.
Some mystery becomes the proud.
But to be wholly taciturn
In your reserve is not allowed.
Say something to us we can learn
By heart and when alone repeat.
Say something! And it says "I burn."
But say with what degree of heat.
Talk Fahrenheit, talk Centigrade.
Use language we can comprehend.
Tell us what elements you blend.
It gives us strangely little aid,
But does tell something in the end.
And steadfast as Keats' Eremite,
Not even stooping from its sphere,
It asks a little of us here.
It asks of us a certain height,
So when at times the mob is swayed
To carry praise or blame too far,
We may choose something like a star
To stay our minds on and be staid.

 Robert Frost