One writes because one has been touched by the yearning for and the despair of ever touching the Other.
Charles Simic (via observando)
Yes. to the Other.
all of them
Marguerite Duras, No More
this woman ♥
It’s this logic that has most of my 30-something guy friends dating girls fresh out of college. Girls who, in my experience, are less impressive, less striving, less volatile, less successful, less intimidating, less questioning, less pressing, less complex, less damaged, less opinionated, less powerful, less womanly. They are less, and, to a guy not ready for anything—like most of the guys I have dated in New York—less is more.
It is not merely enough to love literature if one wishes to spend one’s life as a writer. It is a dangerous undertaking on the most primitive level. For, it seems to me, the act of writing with serious intent involves enormous personal risk. It entails the ongoing courage for self-discovery. It means one will walk forever on the tightrope, with each new step presenting the possibility of learning a truth about oneself that is too terrible to bear.
Harlan Ellison (via observando)
the ongoing courage
vancouver aquarium, may 2013. photos andy clark
Art through a microscope.
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