thinkers!
Somewhere along the way, we decided that the only acceptable form of communication is a main-stage monologue.
In Defense of Thinking Small
the price to pay for his parents’ neglect is the loss of my girlhood.
give me back my girlhood
There’s a phrase making the rounds online: “The more I heal, the less ambitious I become.” I’ve been wondering if its resonance reveals a quiet fatigue with the constant push for more and a longing for lives that are simpler, quieter, and more self-directed. Not smaller in value, but in volume. To me, that’s not regression. That’s freedom.
In Defense of Thinking Small
In fact I have abandoned altogether that kind of pointless entry; instead I tell what some would call lies. “That’s simply not true,” the members of my family frequently tell me when they come up against my memory of a shared event. “The party was not for you, the spider was not a black widow, it wasn’t that way at all.” Very likely they are right,
... See moreKeepers of private notebooks are a different breed altogether, lonely and resistant rearrangers of things, anxious malcontents, children afflicted apparently at birth with some presentiment of loss.
Or, in MacLane’s words: “Why shouldn't everybody pose? . . . It is so amusing to pose. Besides, unless you aren’t clever enough to select poses, why ever be yourself to any one? You have a right to yourself for yourself and a few friends. Why should I give myself to you? You are nothing to me.”
“I Am Making the World My Confessor”: Mary MacLane, the Wild Woman from Butte
I make a mental note that it’s important for artists to live in big, bustling cities. This way, they are constantly reminded of what they are up against.
Paloma Mag • 023. CULTURE/VULTURE.
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