Men as well as rivers grow crooked by following the path of least resistance.
Funny how certain things stay with you.
It's funny, isn't it? When you are young you just want to be old, and then later you wish you could go back to being a kid.
Someday she will be saved, and the past and all its pain will be rendered as smoothly palatable as the food we spoon to our babies.
And when it started to get dark you pointed to the sky, and told me there was a star for every thing you loved about me.
i think of all the thousands of billions of steps and missteps and chances and coincidences that have brought me here. Brought you here, and it feels like the biggest miracle in the world.
It's like a razor blade edging its way through my organs, shredding me, all I can think is: It will kill me, it will kill me, it will kill me. And I don't care.
When we are not sure, we are alive.
It was pretty frightening because as we all know, when large, famous groups breakup, a lot of the members don't survive in solo careers.
This singularity of meaning--I was my face, I was ugliness--though sometimes unbearable, also offered a possible point of escape. It became the launching pad from which to lift off, the one immediately recognizable place to point to when asked what was wrong with my life. Everything led to it, everything receded from it--my face as personal vanishing point.
We have to endure the discordance between imagination and fact. It is better to say, “I am suffering,” than to say, “This landscape is ugly.