I am selfish, private and easily bored. Will this be a problem?
Quotes
Halpin Frayser was a poet only as he was a penitent: in his dream.
“The Death of Halpin Frayser” by Ambrose Bierce (1891)
Those Bierce burns are eternal.
The other thing I would think about is [R.L. Stine’s] attitude towards work in general. So he obviously, on the one hand, is someone who works really hard. And on the other hand, he’s someone who’s very nontraditional in how he approached work. So he wanted to have a humor magazine and he didn’t care about doing well in school. He just liked writing jokes and then liked writing these books for kids. Like we’ve talked about before, he has this kind of antiauthoritarian attitude. Maybe for him, all work that isn’t work you want to do is bad. Both issues to do with bad workplaces, and then issues to do with classism come up a ton in his work. And I think they’re personal issues for him, too.
Discussing R.L. Stine’s very relatable disdain toward the workaday world on Say Podcast and Die!
Time, I think, is like walking backward away from something: say, from a kiss. First there is the kiss; then you step back, and the eyes fill up your vision, then the eyes are framed in the face as you step further away; the face then is part of a body, and then the body is framed in a doorway, then the doorway framed in the trees beside it. The path grows longer and the door smaller, the trees fill up your sight and the door is lost, then the path is lost in the woods and the woods lost in the hills. Yet somewhere in the center still is the kiss. That’s what time is like.
John Crowley, from Engine Summer (Doubleday, 1979)
What it came down to was, ‘I have to do this even though it hurts me, because I love it […] This is who I am. … I’m going to keep getting hurt, and I’m still going to do it, because this is the only thing I can do.
It doesn’t matter whether you believe in ghosts if they believe in you.
“Wet Pain” by Terence Taylor (2007)
There comes a time when we understand that our minds do not contain the firmament. But still, our hearts can grasp it.
“The Music Between the Notes” by Steven Barnes (1999)
There comes a time when we understand that our minds do not contain the firmament. But still, our hearts can grasp it.
“The Music Between the Notes” by Steven Barnes (1999)
Looking at the pictures changed my mind. I remember I took them because I found myself thinking about suicide in the shower. Not in a dark way, but in the sense that we all die. Perhaps my wish was to be in control of my life and my death. I didn’t see anything dark about it. Part of me wants to say this was because I desired to live in a meaningful way. But what life isn’t meaningful?
Evan Kleekamp, from The Cloth, We Want It All: An Anthology of Radical Trans Poetics, eds. Andrea Abi-Karam & Kay Gabriel
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Looking at the pictures changed my mind. I remember I took them because I found myself thinking about suicide in the shower. Not in a dark way, but in the sense that we all die. Perhaps my wish was to be in control of my life and my death. I didn’t see anything dark about it. Part of me wants to say this was because I desired to live in a meaningful way. But what life isn’t meaningful?
Evan Kleekamp, from The Cloth, We Want It All: An Anthology of Radical Trans Poetics, eds. Andrea Abi-Karam & Kay Gabriel
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