Category Archives: Quotes

Think

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“The worst of doing one’s duty was that it apparently unfitted one for doing anything else. At least that was the view that the men of his generation had taken. The trenchant divisions between right and wrong, honest and dishonest, respectable and the reverse, had left so little scope for the unforeseen. There are moments when a man’s imagination, so easily subdued to what it lives in, suddenly rises above its daily level, and surveys the long windings of destiny.”

-Edith Wharton, The Age of Innocence 285

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No Such Thing as Doors

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Jeremy is coming to visit tomorrow! ¬†This is going to be a very interesting two weeks, I’m sure. I haven’t hung out with him in over a year and I’m sure that we have all changed quite a bit. I’m still super excited though! It’s going to be nice to hang out with someone that was so close to me. I hope that he brings his guitar because we need some new music on this porch. I’m growing weary of listening to Lil Wayne and Jay-Z every night.

Anyway, here are some of my favorite quotes from Infinite Games by James P. Carse:

“…the finite player plays to be powerful the infinite player plays with strength. A powerful person is one who brings the past to an outcome, settling all of it’s unresolved issues. A strong person is one who carries the past into the future showing that none of it’s issues is capable of resolution.”

-Page 39

 

“Evil is never intended as evil. Indeed, the contradiction inherent in all evil is that it originates in the desire to eliminate evil.”

“Your history does not belong to me. We live with each other in a common history.”

– 41

 

“Only that which can change can continue: this is the principle by which infinite players live.”

-45

 

“The more powerful we consider persons to be, the less we expect them to do…”

– 61

 

“Wealth is not so much possessed as it is performed.”

– 62

 

“…the poietai are the ones most likely to remember what has been forgotten.”

– 64

 

“Art is dramatic, opening always forward, beginning something that cannot be finished.”

-67

 

“Therefore, poets do not ‘fit’ into society, not because a place is denied them but because they do not take their ‘places’ seriously. They openly see its roles as theatrical, its styles as costumes, its rules conventional, its crisis arranged, its conflicts performed, and its metaphysics idealogical.”

-68

 

“Who lives horizonally is never somewhere, and is always in passage.”

-70

 

“What will undo any boundary is the awareness that it is our vision, and not what we are viewing, that is limited.”

-75

 

“The outcome brings the contradiction to perfection: by proving to the audience that they were wrong, we prove to ourselves that the audience was right.”

-88

 

“Finite sexuality is a form of theatre in which the distance between persons is regularly reduced to zero but in which neither touches the other.”

-96

 

“Lovers often sustain vivid reminders of extraordinary moments, but they are reminded at the same time of their impotence in recreating them. The appetite for novelty in lovemaking–new positions, the use of drugs, exotic surroundings, additional partners–is only a search for new moments that can live only in recollection. As with all finite play, the goal of veiled sexuality is to bring itself to an end.”

-99

 

“Stories set all necessities into the context of the possible.”

-125

 

“Explanations settle issues, showing that matters must end as they have. Narratives raise issues, showing that matters do not end as they must but as they do. Explanation sets the need for further inquiry aside; narratives invite us to rethink what we thought we knew. If the silence of nature is the possibility of language, language is the possibility of history.”

-125

 

“To use machines for control is to be controlled by the machine.”

-145

 

“Nature does not change; it has no inside or outside. It is therefore not possible to travel through it. All travel is therefore change within the traveler, and it is for that reason that travelers are always somewhere else. To travel is to grow.”

-154

 

“But waste is not the result of what we have made. It is what we have made. Waste plutonium is not an indirect consequence of the nuclear industry; it is a product of that industry.”

-156

 

“We understand nature as source when we understand ourselves as source. We abandon all attempts at an explanation of nature when we see that we cannot be explained, when our own self-origination cannot be stated as fact. We behold the irreducible otherness of nature when we behold ourselves as its other.”

-159

 

“The contradiction of finite play in its highest form: to play in such a way that all need for play is erased.”

-173

 

“Infinite players are not serious actors in any story, but the joyful poets of a story that continues to originate what they cannot finish.”

-176

 

“I do not therefore understand the story in terms of my experience, but my experience in terms of the story.”

-167

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Next up: Inner Work by Robert A. Johnson.

 

Five years: some favorites from Kahlil Gibran’s “The Prophet”

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“and ever has it been that love knows not it’s own depth until the hour of separation.”
-Kahlil Gibran 8

“and what is fear of need but need itself?
Is not the dread of thirst when your well is full, the thirst that is unquenchable?”
-Kahlil Gibran 19

“when you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy.
When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.”
-Kahlil Gibran 29

“no man can reveal to you aught but that which already lies half asleep in the dawning of your knowledge.”
– Kahlil Gibran 56

“and knows that yesterday is but today’s memory and tomorrow is today’s dream.
And that that which sings and contemplates in you is still dwelling within the bounds of that first moment which scattered the stars into space.”
-Gibran 62

“for what is evil but good tortured by it’s own hunger and thirst?”
-Gibran 64

“even those who limp go not backward.”
-Gibran 65

“and what is word knowledge but a shadow of your wordless knowledge?”
– Gibran 87

“how could I have seen you save from a great height or a great distance?”
-Gibran 90

My phone has been turned off all day! T-mobile is being mean again.

Alvin Row

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Here is an excerpt from Fitzgerald’s The Beautiful and the Damned. I was reading this in my dream last night. Interesting, very interesting.

“‘Then I went to school. For fourteen years half a hundred earnest men pointed to ancient flint-locks and cried to me: ‘There’s the real thing. These new rifles are only shallow, superficial imitations.’ They damned the books I read by calling them immoral; later the fashion changed, and they damned things by calling them ‘clever.’

“And so I turned, canny for my years, from the professors to the poets, listening- to the lyric tenor of Swinburne and the tenor robusto of Shelley, to Shakespeare with his first bass and his occasional falsetto…I gave ear to Browning chatting, Byron declaiming, and Wordsworth droning…I learned a little of beauty-enough to know that it had nothing to do with truth- and I found, moreover, that there was no great literary tradition; there was only the tradition of the eventful death of every literary tradition…Then I grew up, and the beauty of succulent illusions fell away from me. The fibre of my mind coarsened and my eyes grew miserably keen. Life rose around my island like a sea, and presently I was swimming.”

-The Beautiful and the Damned (p.209)

There is nothing that scares me more than a blank canvas waiting expectantly for my next burst of creative energy. Knowing that I can paint anything on it, I create expectations for myself; goals attainable yet unattainable because I procrastinate, staring, wondering if I can create what is already so vividly painted in my mind.

I really love this song…Animal Collective is definitely one of my top 3 favorite bands ever!

Half awake

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Another sleepless night sitting on the porch watching the moths dance around a flickering lightbulb. The drunken mob from the bars across the street stumbling to their waiting cabs, arm in arm with clouds of smoke drifting from their mouths as they breathe in the cool May night.

Anyway, here are some quotes from the latest books:

The Beautiful and the Damned

“it is never quite passion that does the business-it is the dress that passion wears.”
-Fitzgerald

“everywhere we go and move on and change, something’s lost–something’s left behind. You can’t ever quite repeat anything.”
-Fitzgerald

“not knowing that they were but following in the footsteps of dusty generations but comprehending dimly that if truth is the end of life then happiness is a mode of it, to be cherished in it’s brief and tremulous moment.”
-Fitzgerald

“…two souls are sometimes created together and in love before they’re born.”
-Fitzgerald

“and I shall go on shining as a brilliantly meaningless figure in a meaningless world.”
-Fitzgerald

Les Miserables

“this book is a drama in which the leading character is the Infinite. Mankind takes second place.”
-Hugo

“the enlightened weep, if only for those still in darkness.”
-Hugo

“the unknown is an ocean; but what is conscience if not an ocean? It is the compass of the unknown.”
-Hugo

“to die is nothing; but it is terrible not to live.”
-Hugo

“love is the folly of men and the wisdom of God.”
-Hugo

“philosophy is the microscope of thought from which everything seeks to fly but nothing escapes.”
-Hugo

“to plunge into the sea is sometimes to escape shipwreck; a coffin lid may be a safety plank.”
-Hugo

“whence should the cry of love proceed, if not from the sacrificial altar?”
-Hugo

“nothing is more close at hand than the impossible, and that what must be looked for is always the unforeseen.”
-Hugo

“two sensitive spirits sleeping together amid the stars”
-Hugo

“you who suffer because you love, love still more. To die of love is to live by it.” -Hugo

“work is the law of life, and to reject it as boredom is to submit to it as torment.”
-Hugo

“winter with it’s passing always takes with it something of our sorrows.”
-Hugo

“the heart, turned in upon itself, shrinks, being unable to reach outwards, and probes more deeply, being unable to spread elsewhere. Hence the visions and fancies, the speculations, the tales invented and adventures secretly longed for, the castles of fantasy built solely in the mind, vacant and secret dwelling-places where passion may instal itself directly the door is opened.”
-Hugo

“happy is he, even though he suffers, whom God has endowed with a spirit worthy of both love and misfortune. Those for whom human affairs and the hearts of men have not been informed by this double light have seen and learned nothing. The state of the soul that loves and suffers is sublime.”
-Hugo

“the memory of an absent person shines in the deepest recesses of the heart, shining the more brightly the more wholly it’s object has vanished: a light on the horizon of the despairing, darkened spirit; a star gleaming in our inward night.”
-Hugo

“our imaginings are what most resemble us. Each of us dreams of the unknown and the impossible in his own way.”
-Hugo

“…people need love as they need sunshine; it is warmth.”
-Hugo

“it is possible to conceive of something even more terrible than a hell of suffering, and that is a hell of boredom.”
-Hugo

“darkness afflicts the soul. Mankind needs light. To be cut off from the day is to know a shrinking of the heart.”
-Hugo

“tomorrow irresistibly does it’s work, yesterday as today, and it always achieves it’s aims, although by strange means.”
-Hugo

“do we ever realize our fondest dreams?”
-Hugo

Madame Bovary

“why did we come to know one another? What chance willed it? It was because across the infinite, like two streams that flow but to unite, our special bents of mind had driven us towards each other.”
-Flaubert

“why cry out against the passions? Are they not the one beautiful thing on earth, the source of heroism, of enthusiasm, of poetry, music, the arts, of everything in a word?”
-Flaubert

“ones duty is to feel what is great, cherish the beautiful, and not accept all the conventions of society with the ignominy that it imposes on us.”
-Flaubert

“it was the whisper of the soul, deep, continuous, dominating that of their voices. Surprised with wonder at this strange sweetness, they did not think of speaking of the sensation or of seeking it’s cause. Coming joys, like tropical shores, throw over the immensity before them their inborn softness and odorous wind, and we are lulled by this intoxication without a thought of the horizon that we do not even know.”
-Flaubert

“like shipwrecked sailors,she turned despairing eyes upon the solitude of her life, seeking afar off some white sail in the mists of the horizon.”
-Flaubert

Early morning before dawn, the time for the thinkers restlessly puzzling about the reason why….why, why, why.

Is Here

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Consult not your fears but your hopes and your dreams. Think not about your frustrations, but about your unfulfilled potential. Concern yourself not with what you tried and failed in, but with what is still possible for you to do.

Pope John XXIII

Paperclips

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So, it was back to work day for me today. Woke up at 8:30 as a result of some funny dreams, thought that I was late, took a hot shower, brushed my teeth; usual morning stuff all in a rush. I run out of the house and locked my keys inside. I remember thinking that it was strangely cool outside for Miami, and saw that both cars were gone. My neighbor walks outside and mentions how strange it is to see me up at 9 am. I looked at her and asked her what time it was, she said 9 am again. She has a key to my house, so she let me inside. I sat on the couch, writing and drawing for an hour and a half, then walked to the metro station. As usual, the viejos stared and hissed and blew kisses and for once, I didn’t feel anger, or annoyance, amusement,¬† or much of anything, really. I just tuned them out and listened to my iPod, sitting in the train, people watching, enjoying the beautiful Brickell scenery against a brilliant Miami sky, wondering what my next book was going to be. Typical.

Walked into the office at exactly 11 15. The ladies were having their usual morning gossip session in my office when I came in. My desk looked like it did when I left it, the lighting seemed different though. Laura and everyone else was commenting on how light my hair had gotten, Carmen was talking about her eyeball, Laura was pretending that Carmen’s eyes looked swollen, Genie was talking about her fear of being stuck in a hospital when she goes to New York (she said that something always happens to her when she goes to NY), and I was spacing out while Stephen passed out espresso shots.

At some point in the day, when I had finished 10 days worth of rejections, I got bored. My hands started looping paperclips together, and before I knew it, I had the longest paperclip chain in boredom history. When Laura got back from her cigarette break, and I had no more paperclips to loop together, I started writing again only to be interrupted by a flying eraser that missed my eyebrow by an inch. I look over at Laura holding a bundle of papers together, and my paperclip chain looped around her wrists. “Katryna, we talked about this.” She laughed, I laughed “oops.”

After work: Remembered that I had forgotten to eat today. My stomach growled violently, and I realized that I had been running on coffee and coffee alone all day. I tried to eat a piece of fruit but I couldn’t swallow it, so I drank water and lie in bed for an hour before showering and sitting outside with Amanda, watching the unexpected rain. Malainie surprised me by popping up at my house. Amanda went inside, and Malainie and I sat on the porch and talked about her boyfriend, work, and music. She left, and I tried to fall asleep but it was useless. I went back to writing, and drew a few things here and there, drifted off a couple of times, and dreamed about a cherry tree with happy faces growing where the cherries should have been. I’m getting a happy face tattooed on my wrist sometime soon. I’m nuts, but I know that I won’t regret it.

Work at 8 30 tomorr—or today. Goodnight world!