the words of others

[rm]

As much as I am all about the talismans -- snippets of ideas and art and belief, I do despise quoting other people. Or rather, I like it a great deal and expend a great deal of energy on not doing it, so that I do not use it as a replacement finding my own nuance and way to express things myself. Additionally, there is that eternal minor problem that as you quote certain things and people, regardless of the sentiment, people look at you up down and sideways for choosing whatever speakers you might -- something that I'm keenly aware of in this moment, but mostly in a bemused sort of way.

But there are sentiments I believe in entirely -- some of which have inspired me, but more often have merely helped me to stay not so much inspired as mobile, serving as confirmation, both of how I see the world, and how I live in it, which is to say with an ambition of form -- the rest, I tend to believe, follows from there. And it is perhaps the best evidence of my own disgruntled childhood that the things about me people tend to find most intolerable are the things that allow me to succeed and to live and to exist by the rhythms of recognition and vocabulary.

I get the sense that most people think that learning not to recognize yourself in all things is one of those great emblems of that most indefinable and over-argued state, adulthood, which is an idea that galls me and I tend to believe should be reserved only for those who cannot tell the difference between hurt and harm and work so agressively to be tainted with neither that they feel nothing.

And with that, some quotes, mostly for my own reference:


'cuz they can call me crazy if i fail
all the chance that i need
is one-in-a-million
and they can call me brilliant
if i succeed
gravity is nothing to me, moving at the speed of sound
i'm just going to get my feet wet
until i drown
...
'cuz i don't care if they eat me alive
i've got better thing to do than survive
i've got a memory of your warm skin in my hand
and i've got a vision of blue sky and dry land


Icarus, and after

Arise, my heart, like an angel
Kiss the sunset
Embrace the dawn
Revel with each strange moment that lies between.

Pay no heed to time, measurer and tyrant,
That would seek to have us
Know our limits too well-
To pull up short of the mountain's peak.

We all know, or soon enough, will come to know,
the cold embrace of end.
It's there- now forget it.
Cast of the smothering embrace of ground, and look beyond.

We all of us have felt what it is to fall.
Who among us will have known
the painful joy of flight?



"It's not enough to move through the world, you must change it to suit your expectation."


What I should really do is just keep a notebook for these things, and perhaps free up a little more much needed brainspace.

Comments

[coyotegoth.livejournal.com]

What wonderful company to be in. Fred or Coyote- either one is fine.

[roadnotes.livejournal.com]

A commonplace book is a great thing to create, and use. I've not done one in ages, because I now jot things down in my journal as I go, but I remember the joy of writing other people's words.

As for the up down and sideways looks, *shrug* -- aren't they always there? Whether it's quotes, or the name of the lipstick you choose: someone's always going to be rating the source higher than the content.

I may be bringing some blank books to Rose's, in my attempt to cull the shelf.