“As for me, I used to be a bird
with a gentle white womb,
someone cut my throat
just for laughs,
I don’t know.
As for me, I used to be a great albatross
and whirled over the seas.
Someone put an end to my journey,
without any charity in the tone of it.
But even stretched out on the ground
I sing for you now
my songs of love.”
~ Alda Merini
“As for me, I used to be a bird
“When the young woman leans over the sky, about to water the flowers as well as the weeds, her white front splits open until her milk runs.” ― Gunter Grass
“One that would have the fruit must climb the tree.” ― Thomas Fuller
"Many a book is like a key to unknown chambers within the castle of one’s own self." ~ Franz Kafka
“I take pleasure in my transformations. I look quiet and consistent, but few know how many women there are in me.” ― Anais Nin
“We ate the birds. We ate them. We wanted their songs to flow up through our throats and burst out of our mouths, and so we ate them. We wanted their feathers to bud from our flesh. We wanted their wings, we wanted to fly as they did, soar freely among the treetops and the clouds, and so we ate them. We speared them, we clubbed them, we tangled their feet in glue, we netted them, we spitted them, we threw them onto hot coals, and all for love, because we loved them. We wanted to be one with them. We wanted to hatch out of clean, smooth, beautiful eggs, as they did, back when we were young and agile and innocent of cause and effect, we did not want the mess of being born, and so we crammed the birds into our gullets, feathers and all, but it was no use, we couldn’t sing, not effortlessly as they do, we can’t fly, not without smoke and metal, and as for the eggs we don’t stand a chance. We’re mired in gravity, we’re earthbound. We’re ankle-deep in blood, and all because we ate the birds, we ate them a long time ago, when we still had the power to say no.” ― Margaret Atwood
“To begin cooking duck at one in the morning is one of the finest acts of madness that can be undertaken by a human being who is not mad.” ― Manuel Vázquez Montalbán
“One can no more approach people without love than one can approach bees without care. Such is the quality of bees...” ― Leo Tolstoy
“A little bunny or some kind of ferret was probably there too, and bore witness as only rodents can.” ~ John Ashbery ________________ Their teeth and tails are dead giveaways. The lack of public observation and justice on behalf of these rodents angers me. If you're interesting in petitioning against Amy, please sign up for more details at email@example.com. For those who capitalize on the movement of the grain, please write to firstname.lastname@example.org if you're interested in betting on the farm. ~ V
“HEARTWORK Each day is born with a sunrise and ends in a sunset, the same way we open our eyes to see the light, and close them to hear the dark. You have no control over how your story begins or ends. But by now, you should know that all things have an ending. Every spark returns to darkness. Every sound returns to silence. And every flower returns to sleep with the earth. The journey of the sun and moon is predictable. But yours, is your ultimate ART.” ~ Suzy Kassem
"...like a bird on the wire, like a drunk in a midnight choir I have tried in my way to be free..." ~ Leonard Cohen
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