“Letters, from absent friends, extinguish fear, Unite division, and draw distance near; Their magic force each silent wish conveys, And wafts embodied though, a thousand ways: Could souls to bodies write, death's pow'r were mean, For minds could then meet minds with heav'n between.” WayWritingMindMeanSoulBodyForceWishMagicThousandDrawsLettersDistanceSilentDivisionAbsentPowAbsent Friends Author:Aaron Hill
“Currents of energy shimmer through our bodies. Like shooting stars, we rocket through spacious stillness. But this silent, unmoving background is nothing like the granite ideas we use trying to take root in groundless soil.” TryingIdeasUseBodyEnergyStarsRootsSilentCurrentsBackgroundsShootingSoilStillnessRocketsGraniteShimmerShooting Star Author:Anthony Lawlor
“I have observed dreams and visions very carefully, and am now certain that the imagination has some way of lighting on the truth that the reason has not, and that its commandments, delivered when the body is still and the reason silent, are the most binding we can ever know.” KnowsWayStillsReasonDreamBodyCertainImaginationVisionSilentCommandmentsLightingBinding Book:The Collected Works of W.B. Yeats Volume IV: Early Essays Source: The Collected Works of W.B. Yeats Volume IV: Early Essays
“I know the woman has no soul, I know The woman has no possibilities Of soul or mind or heart, but merely is The masterpiece of flesh: well, be it so. It is her flesh that I adore; I go Thirsting afresh to drain her empty kiss. I know she cannot love: it is not this My vanquished heart implores in overthrow. Tyrannously I crave, I crave alone, Her splendid body, Earth's most eloquent Music, divinest human harmony; Her body now a silent instrument, That 'neath my touch shall wake and make for me The strains I have but dreamed of, never known.” KnowsMindHumansWellsHeartSoulBodyEarthWomenKnownPossibilityKissingEmptyHarmonyInstrumentsSilentFleshAdoreMasterpieceStrainCraveSplendidDrainsEloquent Book:Poems Source: Poems
“Imagine that for hundreds of years your most formative traumas, your daily suffering and pain, the abuse you live through, the terror you live with, are unspeakable - not the basis of literature. You grow up with your father holding you down and covering your mouth so another man can make a horrible searing pain between your legs.... You learn how to leave your body and create someone else who takes over when you cannot stand it any more. You develop a self who is ingratiating and obsequious and imitative and aggressively passive and silent - you learn, in a word, femininity.” MenYearsSelfBodyPainSufferingFatherLiteratureGrowsGrowing UpImagineMouthsAbuseBasesDown AndSilentTerrorLegsTraumaYour BodyHorribleImagine ThatPassiveFemininityAnother ManCoveringUnspeakableSuffering And Pain Author:Catharine MacKinnon