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I get enough sleep, I read great books, I sit in silence and observe the world around me.
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“In a culture where the brain is considered the center of consciousness, an unraveling brain is an unraveling self. To let the mentally unstable live in our midst is to face the fearful fragility of the ego. So we whisper our fears over their heads, driving them into the wilderness of the streets or locking them away where they can’t be seen. We let them pale into husks of
human beings, cut off from the mutual blood of society. Sometimes we toss them a coin; it’s a small price to pay for the relief of looking away.”
― The Sea Once Swallowed Me: A Memoir of Love, Solitude, and the Limits of Language
human beings, cut off from the mutual blood of society. Sometimes we toss them a coin; it’s a small price to pay for the relief of looking away.”
― The Sea Once Swallowed Me: A Memoir of Love, Solitude, and the Limits of Language
“Where does the pain go when we die?
does it stay in the bed as it begins to stink—
does it racket through the home like a scream—
do the children inherit it like a sprawling estate—
And where does it go while we live?
Maybe the pain is like me, desperate to be seen in the lives of those around me. I will abandon others again and again until I can finally be free of my own abandonment.”
― The Sea Once Swallowed Me: A Memoir of Love, Solitude, and the Limits of Language
does it stay in the bed as it begins to stink—
does it racket through the home like a scream—
do the children inherit it like a sprawling estate—
And where does it go while we live?
Maybe the pain is like me, desperate to be seen in the lives of those around me. I will abandon others again and again until I can finally be free of my own abandonment.”
― The Sea Once Swallowed Me: A Memoir of Love, Solitude, and the Limits of Language
“And here I am before the sea, being crushed again beneath the foam of former things. But is anything former when we speak of love or pain or any great and breaking thing?”
― The Sea Once Swallowed Me: A Memoir of Love, Solitude, and the Limits of Language
― The Sea Once Swallowed Me: A Memoir of Love, Solitude, and the Limits of Language
“I want to tell him that I learned to write when I was barely old enough to read, because the pain took me straight out of my body, both evading and yet demanding speech. I want to show him where it dropped me: the wasteland where words pant dry, where meanings wander hollowed of their sound-bodies, where new-born and unnamed realities mouth hungrily towards the sun, waiting to be seen into meaning.”
― The Sea Once Swallowed Me: A Memoir of Love, Solitude, and the Limits of Language
― The Sea Once Swallowed Me: A Memoir of Love, Solitude, and the Limits of Language
“Pain is always the origin of the ecstatic, that first spilling out of the body. We spill out of our mothers—bloodly, screaming, and then forever after are trying to keep ourselves un-spilled, untainted by great
and breaking pain (and thus love, and thus joy).”
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and breaking pain (and thus love, and thus joy).”
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“Men shrink before me like they shrink before the cathedral-clad glance of God, because power and potential are born in my body, because worlds arch from my eyes.”
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“A woman’s body is the origin of the symbolic, I think, as I watch the bright red spots blacken the dirt. Our blood the origin of the thought: this must mean something. I imagine the first man who saw a woman bleed. She is dying! But the bleeding stops, she lives another month and repeats. We bleed and survive. Can a man be anything but terrified?”
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“This is how the earth and sky meet: a stretching of time, a suspension of space. Obliteration, maybe. Is this how we meet ourselves?”
― The Sea Once Swallowed Me: A Memoir of Love, Solitude, and the Limits of Language
― The Sea Once Swallowed Me: A Memoir of Love, Solitude, and the Limits of Language
