((kurt cobain in his suicide note))
— Samuel Beckett, I Can’t Go On, I’ll Go On | Holly Warburton, Poppies
Rosa Chacel, from a diary entry featured in Diario, originally published in 1993
Hélène Cixous, from The Laugh of the Medusa
Text ID: Woman must write her self: must write about women and bring women to writing, from which they have been driven away as violently as from their bodies … Writing is for you, you are for you; your body is yours, take it.
“None of us are ever finished. Everyone is always a work in progress.”— Haruki Murakami, Killing Commendatore
Is/Not
by Margaret Atwood
Love is not a profession
genteel or otherwise
sex is not dentistry
the slick filling of aches and cavities
you are not my doctor
you are not my cure,
nobody has that
power, you are merely a fellow traveler
Give up this medical concern,
buttoned, attentive,
permit yourself anger
and permit me mine
which needs neither
your approval nor your surprise
which does not need to be made legal
which is not against a disease
but against you,
which does not need to be understood
or washed or cauterized,
which needs instead
to be said and said.
Permit me the present tense.
Franz Kafka, from a letter to Felice Bauer written in 1912, featured in Letters To Felice
