Jazz is played from the heart. You can even live by it. Always love it.
The division yin and yang pervades all culture, history, economics, nature itself; modern Western versions of sex discrimination are only the most recent layer.
In my own case, I had to train myself out of that phony smile, which is like a nervous tic on every teenage girl. And this meant that I smiled rarely, for in truth, when it came down to real smiling, I had less to smile about. My 'dream' action for the women's liberation movement: a smile boycott, at which declaration all women would instantly abandon their 'pleasing' smiles, henceforth smiling only when something pleased them.
Power, however it has evolved, whatever its origins, will not be given up without a struggle.
Women were the slave class that maintained the species in order to free the other half for the business of the world.
Just as the end goal of socialist revolution was not only the elimination of the economic class privilege but of the economic class distinction itself, so the end goal of feminist revolution must be,. . . not just the elimination of the male privilege, but of the sex distinction itself; genital differences between human beings would no longer matter culturally.
Romanticism is a cultural tool of male power to keep women from knowing their conditions.
Cam held her closer. "Marry me, Amelia. You're what I want. You're my fate. " One hand slid to the back of her head, gripping the braids and ribbons to keep her mouth upturned. "Say yes. " He nibbled at her lips, licked at them, opened them. He kissed her until she writhed in his arms, her pulse racing. "Say it, Amelia, and save me from ever having to spend a night with another woman. I'll sleep indoors. I'll get a haircut. God help me, I think I'd even carry a pocket watch if it pleased you.
Following the rules of your industry will only get you so far.
Zen, like life, defies exact definition, but its essence is the experience, moment by moment, of our own existence -- a natural, spontaneous encounter, unclouded by the suppositions and expectations that come between us and reality. It is, if you like, a paring down of life until we see it as it really is, free from our illusions; it is merely a divestment of ourselves until we recognize our own true nature.
I write almost purely by instinct. I've never made an outline.