Each of them undergoes there an experience of decreation, or so she tells us. But the telling remains a bit of a wonder. Decreation is an undoing of the creature in us—that creature enclosed in self and defined by self. But to undo self one must move through self, to the very inside of its definition. We have nowhere else to start.
Anne Carson, from Decreation
the inherent pain of wanting to start again but also the inherent joy of getting to start again
I say: Please. Let this spell grow legs. Let my sisters’ names grow long as their hair. Long as they need to. Let their names rattle the night air with their incessant lungs. Let the sounds of their names burn blue in the night,
Franny Choi, The World Keeps Ending, and the World Goes On: Prayer for the Untranslated Testimony
Wonders of Science Simplified. 1943.
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Early 20th century, Japan.
Vangel Naumovski; Pearls of Youth, 1973, Rollicking Whirlwind, 1975, Atlantis, 1977 & Galaxy from the Other Side of the Sun, 1980.
“I want to live the rest of my life, however long or short, with as much sweetness as I can decently manage, loving all the people I love, and doing as much as I can of the work I still have to do. I am going to write fire until it comes out my ears, my eyes, my noseholes—everywhere. Until it’s every breath I breathe. I’m going to go out like a fucking meteor!”
— — Audre Lorde, from “A Burst of Light: Living with Cancer,” The Selected Works of Audre Lorde (via lifeinpoetry)