Went to the bookshelf, zoned in on a book, opened to a page. A kind of tarot, seems childish, pure. Kinda pure. Maybe there was a wee bit of educated soulful guessing. After all, it is the words of Jeanette. Right? Wonderin' what will I make of what's there on this published Ouija board."Walk with me, hand in hand through the neon and styrofoam. Walk the razor blades and the broken hearts. Walk the fortune and the fortune hunted. Walk the chop suey bars and the tract of stars.
I know I am a fool, hoping dirt and glory are both a kind of luminous paint; the humiliation and exaltations that light us up. I see like a bug, everything too large, the pressure of infinity hammering at my head. But how else to live, vertical that I am, pressed down and pressing up simultaneously? I cannot assume you will understand me. It is just as likely that as I invent what I want to say, you will invent what you want to hear. Some story we must have. Stray words on crumpled paper. A weak signal into the outer space of each other.
The probability of separate worlds meeting is very small. The lure of it is immense. We send starships. We fall in love."
Jeannette Winterson, Gut Symmetries
One of my absolute favorite writers in the entire world. I read her books over and over and over.
ReplyDeletewow. Sorry. It's only been 4 years since you responded to this but I never knew. This one inspires me also. However, I did just purchase a couple of your books and your way with worlds create worlds.
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