I do believe in poetry. I believe that there are creatures endowed with the power to put things together and bring them back to life
Meditation needs no results. Meditation can have itself as an end, I meditate without words and on nothingness. What tangles my life is writing.
Writing is the delicate, difficult, and dangerous means of succeeding in avowing the unavowable.
To fly/steal is woman’s gesture, to steal into language to make it fly.
People do not see you, / They invent you and accuse you.
Men have committed the greatest crime against women. Insidiously, violently, they have led them to hate women, to be their own enemies, to mobilize their immense strength against themselves, to be the executants of their virile needs.
Wouldn’t the worst be, isn’t the worst, in truth, that women aren’t castrated, that they have only to stop listening to the Sirens (for the Sirens were men) for history to change its meaning?
I see nothing. I do not move. It is an empty time, animal time, vigilant, I am submerged, under the earth and under time. I listen. Perhaps the waiting is a form of prayer.
Hold still we’re going to do your portrait, so that you can begin looking like it right away.
I Drink. I Burn. I Dream.And Sometimes, I tell Stories !
And I? I drink, I burn, I gather dreams.And sometimes I tell a story. Because Promethea asks me for a bowl of words before she goes to sleep.
You only have to look at the Medusa straight on to see her. And she’s not deadly. She’s beautiful and she’s laughing.
We are going toward the sea. I have swollen. I am carried away. Sometimes at night love comes up so quickly and so high, and if we have no little boat perhaps it is because we want to roll breathless under the ocean floor.