"(If I were like you. If you were like me.
Did we not stand
under one trade wind?
We are strangers.)"
"Darling, all night
I have been flickering, off, on, off, on."
"We are led to believe that problems are given ready-made, and that they disappear in the responses or the solution … We are led to believe that the activity of thinking, along with truth and falsehood in relation to that activity, begins only with the search for solutions, that both of these concern only solutions. This belief probably has the same origin as the other postulates of the dogmatic image: puerile examples taken out of context and arbitrarily erected into models. According to this infantile prejudice, the master sets a problem, our task is to solve it, and the result is accredited true or false by a powerful authority. It is also a social prejudice with the visible interest of maintaining us in an infantile state, which calls upon us to solve problems that come from elsewhere, consoling or distracting us by telling us that we have won simply by being able to respond."
GAO XINGJIAN PORTRAIT - french/chinese born writer & painter
“la solitude est une condition nécessaire de la liberté”
"For I regard memory not as a phenomenon preserving one thing and losing another merely by chance, but as a power that deliberately places events in order or wisely omits them. Everything we forget about our own lives was really condemned to oblivion by an inner instinct long ago."
Speaking as if there is a voice to hear my thoughts.
They are of varying ages and degrees of beauty, often vulgar, and in a sense already depreciated, but women, truly women, and palpably women, even at the expense of all the other qualities of their bodies and their souls; so many women, in league with these arcades they stroll along, are content to be solely women that the man who is still irresolute and solitary in his conception of love, the man who does not yet believe in the plurality of women, the child seeking an image of the absolute for his nights, has no business in these parts.
—Louis Aragon, Paris Peasant (trans. Simon Watson Taylor)
why are you so lovely?
For a proper answer, you’d have to ask someone who agrees with the premise inherent in the question. But thanks. Here’s a picture of me for safekeeping.