I only know

I myself have never been able to find out precisely what feminism is: I only know that people call me a feminist whenever I express sentiments that differentiate me from a doormat, or a prostitute.

Rebecca West

All things in the sun are sun.

WS

holiness is repetition.

holiness is repetition.

Parents were told earlier, according to CNN, that the rule for this evening was simply that if they had not been reunited with their children, they would not be.

Silence is the only voice of our God.

In fact, we should speak of five notes, since the symphony begins on an eighth rest, with the first note occurring strangely enough on the downbeat, instituting a hair-thin, quick moment of silence to begin the piece.

Beethoven's Fifth

I AM MADE OF BLUE SKY AND HARD ROCK AND I WILL LIVE THIS WAY FOREVER

I AM MADE OF BLUE SKY AND HARD ROCK 

AND I WILL LIVE THIS WAY FOREVER

this is ourselves

Everyone forgets that Icarus also flew.

...just coming to the end of his triumph.

Jack Gilbert
1925-2012

I told you that you looked alive.

X's voice: You were alone, apart. You were leaning at a slight angle against a stone balustrade on which your hand was resting, your arm half extended...

The voice stops. A is not in the position indicated by the text being spoken: she is standing, as a matter of fact, quite close to the balustrade, perfectly vertical in relation to it (that is, staring straight ahead over the rail, perpendicular to the latter), and seen from behind in a three-quarters view in relation to the camera. She then corrects her position: she moves a little away from the balustrade, turns slightly to one side, extends one arm to rest her hand on the stone (whereas she had had both arms alongside her body) and stares toward the central path; she is then seen exactly from behind in relation to the camera.

text by Alain Robbe-Grillet for the film by Alain Resnais

ain't got

circle circle circle dot you can't give what you ain't got

k dalton

a ball

The exemplary fact remains--a ball
The thing that rises and abjectly falls,
The unpredictable, adroit rhythm of it all.

"In Baseball" Baron Wormser

nothing in it but my hand

You are my friend--
you bring me peaches
and the high bush cranberry
                   

                   you carry

my fishpole
you water my worms
you patch my boot
with your mending kit

                  nothing in it

but my hand


Lorine Niedecker

wild abundance

The body is the cause of love;
after that, the fortress that protects it;
after that, love's prison.
But when the body dies, love is set free
in wild abundance,
like a slot machine that breaks down
and with a furious ringing pours out all at once
all the coins of
all the generations of luck.

Yehuda Amichai, trans. Chana Bloch and Stephen Mitchell

Is

Is you is or is you ain't my baby.

the blab of the pavement

Holiness is repetition.

Everything is alive.

Wildhearted

Spend a night with an owl and you'll see more blood than sleep.

Let's go

Come on
Let's go
Empty out our pockets


And disappear.

oh, you

whodunit

holiness is repetition

everything is alive

Stillness

I am my beloved's and my beloved is mine.

Why did you lie to me?

Because I'm a wild animal.

holiness is repetition

holiness is repetition

avocation

Deepstaria enigmatica

good woman

 3. trans. To address as ‘woman’ (see woman n. 5). Cf.good woman v.   Now rare.

1740    S. Richardson Pamela II. 269   She call'd her another time Fat-face, and woman'd her most violently.

1822    Blackwood's Edinb. Mag. 11 399   Whom call you woman? Dare to woman me!

1835    Fraser's Mag. July 18/1   ‘Woman! Dinna woman me, Miss M^cKimp,’ said the fish-lady.

1904    E. Jepson Admirable Tinker xiii. 234   ‘Woman, you're mad!’ said McNeill, rising with a scared face. ‘Don't you woman me, you low Scotchman!’

1947    K. M. Kingsbury Shanty Paradise vii. 75   The son, in his baby days, had taken it up like a lisping echo and had ‘womaned’ me this and ‘womaned’ me that all around the place.