And letting you talk as long as you please,
And taking note of what you do not say.
“Because that’s what experience is: a sad wealth that shows you only how you should have lived but not how to live again.”
Josefina Vicens, The Empty Book
opened Directed by Desire by June Jordan up to find this little ripper 💓💓
“And I know there is something all wrong
believe me. Sometimes I shock myself.”
- Sophocles, Elektra (translated by Anne Carson)
“One quality or principle there is perhaps — that one must not lay down rules. The laws are mere conventions, utterly unable to keep touch with the vast variety and turmoil of human impulses; habits and customs are a convenience devised for the support of timid natures who dare not allow their souls free play.”
- Virginia Woolf, Montaigne
My name is Jack Faber and in London I was born, but, no, I wasn’t born with that name.
Today i have decided that i won’t text you morning, i have decided that i won’t call you before i sleep and ask you about your day.
Today i have decided i will give you the space that you keep acting like you want it.
Today i have decided to stop chasing you and ask everyone about you.
Today i have decided to step back, and give you all the time with your new lover- cause you were both too busy thinking about the way i see you too for what you did to me, i will give you both all the time to see each other clearly, knowing that it won’t be long till you see the monster she is, and if you loved her still then hell welcomes you with open arms cause baby, the only one in the story that will end up hurt is you but you are too blind to see it, for the meantime at least.
you dissect me without a surgical light.
you don’t need it, your eyes are shut, I am awake,
and you make no mistakes. you make no mistakes.
Once in the spring, I gallantly rise up
I am the liquid coarsing through your veins
But I can also promote its exile
I am an elegant woman in red
So delicate, alluring and charming
I’m a soul surrounded by sharp corners
Stuck in a curse, governed by time
I am a tragedy for the vast sea
Also, a new melody for the fields
Cool, you asked me to come with you
Hesitant, I let go of the rest
Let me soar while I still have my core
Fake flowers lie, they never die
Fake flowers lie but so do I.
“In English you label groups of people by their moral intentions and collective needs. A mob tries to convince itself it’s right and needs to prove it. A crowd knows it’s right because if it weren’t right, they would all need to be someplace else. A throng doesn’t give a fuck about moral imperatives, it just wants and needs something to happen.”
- Paul Beatty, Slumberland
“Whenever I’m sad I’m going to die, or so nervous I can’t sleep, or in love with somebody I won’t be seeing for a week, I slump down just so far and then I say: I’ll go take a hot bath.”
- Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar