Amy

“I think it's in Malone Dies that Beckett's creature is in a kind of prison or hospital. As I recall, he is visited twice a day, slop brought in and slop taken out. He has a stub of a pencil, a bit of paper. And he asks questions, ten, sven, I don't remember, "Why am I here?" "What day is it?" The last one, no. 10 maybe, says "Number your answers." This is not just desperation and clinging to something called 'reason'--by his fingertips--that is humanity, shit-smeared, hopeless, and mad humanity--in the face of all denial. Our work is about that. My work.”
― Gerald Stern

“It is about time that we discard all bunkum--”
― Rod Smith, Touché

“This is something I know: damaged women? We don't think we deserve kindness. IN fact, when kindness happens to us, we go a little berserk. It's threatening. Deeply. Because if I have to admit how profoundly I need kindness? I have to admit that I hid the me who deserves it down in a sadness well.”
― Lidia Yuknavitch, The Chronology of Water

“Some things forgive. People always / do, whether they die or not. Eventually. / Somehow. Opening. You're heart's / bad. Half of it. How come? My heart's / horrendous. A thief-book. Held wrong / at twelve, half-loved. Poetry is. / truly remarkable trash.”
― Rod Smith, Touché