I would adopt a standpoint, irrespective of whether someone was for or against it, if I felt deeply that it was right for the movement.
I felt free and chained at the same time - like one feels just before election, when all the crooks have been nominated and you are beseeched to vote for the right man.
I've never felt a need to really respond to someone else's writing.
Writing songs is not something I wanted to share with people for a long time. It was precious to me. I didnt want someone to crush it. I waited until I felt strong enough to take the criticism.
So you're Zach. " Townsend didn't even try to hide the judgement in his voice as he looked Zach up and down in some sort of silent but dangerous examination. Zach huffed but smiled. "so you're Townsend. " The two of them stared for a long time, wordless. It felt like I was watching a documentary on the Nature Channel, something about alpha males in the wild.
For the first time all day I felt safe. Except that Patch had cornered me in a dark tunnel and was possibly stalking me. Maybe not so safe.
I'm finding that writing poetry is strengthening my songwriting, because you're learning to make a piece of writing work on a page with nothing else. I was also finding within poetry I felt a lot more free to write about very different matters, to write about social issues or things that are going on around me.
The place didn't look the same but it felt the same; sensations clutched and transformed me. I stood outside some concrete and plate-glass tower-block, picked a handful of eucalyptus leaves from a branch, crushed them in my hand, smelt, and tears came to my eyes. Sixty-seven-year-old Claudia, on a pavement awash with packaged American matrons, crying not in grief but in wonder that nothing is ever lost, that everything can be retrieved, that a lifetime is not linear but instant. That, inside the head, everything happens at once.
Something about giving in without a fight felt wrong.
I felt caged by my childhood.
I mean, I have worked out. I've always worked out a little, you know, when I felt it was, like. . . time.
I told him last Monday that I felt the way things were going it was unlikely that I would be able to vote for the legislation.
I've never felt the need to be defined by a man.
Art-making is not about telling the truth but making the truth felt
Directing is so interesting. You know, it just sort of encompasses everything that you see, that you know, that you've felt, that you have observed.
I felt a challenge to compose music. That's where my challenge was, for the most part.
And often he who has chosen the fate of the artist because he felt himself to be different soon realizes that he can maintain neither his art nor his difference unless he admits that he is like the others. The artist forges himself to the others, midway between the beauty he cannot do without and the community he cannot tear himself away from.
Have you ever felt trapped in circumstances, then discovered that the only trap was your own lack of vision, lack of courage, or failure to see that you had better options?
What is more insane than to vent on senseless things the anger that is felt towards men?
If one felt successful, there'd be so little incentive to be successful.
