is it worse if we invented
sadness or if it was
here all along
waiting for the earth to
grow a creature
capable of detecting it
Kimmy Walters, “Build A Little Shrine For The Dead,” from Killer (via petrichour)
Tag: quote
“For me, love was just lust with jealousy added; everything else was total nonsense. For every hundred crimes committed in the name of love, only one is committed in the name of lust.” (Nymphomaniac)
I think creativity is a trap. I tell my students, Call it tension, not creativity. Tension is easy in America, and in love.
Natalie Diaz, interviewed by Brandon Stosuy for The Creative Independent (via bostonpoetryslam)
You make the mistake of thinking you have to choose, that you have to do what you want, that there are conditions for happiness. What matters—all that matters, really—is the will to happiness, a kind of enormous, ever-present consciousness. […] What matters to me is a certain quality of happiness. I can only find it in a certain struggle with its opposite—a stubborn and violent struggle. Am I happy? […] If I’m happy, it’s because of my bad conscience. I had to get away and reach this solitude where I could face—in myself, I mean—what had to be faced, what was sun and what was tears … Yes, I’m happy, in human terms.
Albert Camus, from A Happy Death
I’m going to tell you something: thoughts are never honest. Emotions are.
Albert Camus, from Notebooks, 1951-1959 (via watchoutforintellect)
I recall at least a magnificent tall girl who had danced all afternoon. She was wearing a jasmine garland on her bright blue dress, wet with perspiration from the small of her back to her legs. She was laughing as she danced and throwing back her head. As she passed the tables, she left behind her a mingled scent of flowers and flesh
Albert Camus, Summer in Algiers
Through being very, very low comes an ability to live in the moment because there isn’t anything else. What do you do if you feel the truth is behind you? Many people feel depression is about emptiness but actually it’s about being so full that everything cancels itself out.
Sarah Kane, from an interview conducted c. February 1998 while in rehearsals for “Blasted,” (via violentwavesofemotion)
Time is tricky. You have months, even years, when nothing changes a speck, when you don’t go anywhere or do anything or think one new thought. And then you get hit with a day, or an hour, or a half a second when so much happens it’s almost like you got born all over again into some brand-new person you for damn sure never expected to meet.
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