Marina Resende

“If you are not a myth
Whose reality are you?
And if you are not reality
Whose myth are you?”
― Sun Ra Arkestra

“A Disneylândia é colocada como imaginário a fim de fazer crer que o resto é real, quando toda a América que a rodeia já não são reais, mas do domínio do hiper-real e da simulação. Já não se trata de uma representação falsa da realidade (a ideologia), trata-se de esconder que o real já não é o real e portanto de salvaguardar o princípio de realidade.
O imaginário da Disneylândia não é verdadeiro nem falso, é uma máquina de dissuasão encenada para regenerar no plano oposto a ficção do real. Daí a debilidade deste imaginário, a sua degenerescência infantil. O mundo quer-se infantil para fazer crer que os adultos estão noutra parte, no mundo «real», e para esconder que a verdadeira infantilidade está em toda a parte, é a dos próprios adultos que vêm aqui fingir
que são crianças para iludir a sua infantilidade real.”
― Jean Baudrillard, Simulacra and Simulation

“Why put them through the danger of the fire? And then, I heard, as though it spoke, the voice of the guardian-head: "Each piece must go through the fire. The cowl, the wings, the pneuma, the source, the flow. All must go the way that I have gone. Each may crack in the process, as I have cracked. But look, the crack has healed. I did not break. Without the fire, the piece is untested, unlived, raw. Each must go through the fire.”
― Marion Woodman, Leaving My Father's House: A Journey to Conscious Femininity

“I am not a Goddess. I am the face of them All, the embodiment of many. I will burn your village to the ground wearing pants. Nourish your soil and scatter new seeds in a skirt that lifts in the breeze. Strike like lightening and change everything you thought you knew. Scorch you and replenish your reservoir. Sing until you weep with joy. I will leave you poetry on your pillow beside a bottle of hemlock. Feed you til' your belly is full. Devour your ego and spit out your falsities in front of you. Steal your favourite things. I will lead you into temptation. Be the ugliest hag you ever did see. Awaken you from your slumber. Hand you a poisoned apple. Light a candle in your darkness. Weave you a dream. Bow at your feet and kiss the ground you walk upon. I will love you like you've never felt love before. Take your breath away with my beauty. Call your demons into the Light and watch them bury you. Make you tremble in ecstasy. I'll answer your prayers. Shake you til' you scream. Retrieve you from the deep. Carry your manifestations inside of me and birth them into Being. Be the wind in your sails. The blood on your sheets. The wish granted from the wild dandelion wheel. The snake in the grass. Tufts of idle time. I will disappear suddenly, wait until you ache for me, and reemerge as if I had never gone.
I am not a Goddess.
I am the face of them All, the embodiment of many.”
― Cheray Crown Woman