(…) none of us exist in a vacuum. We not only create our ecology… the environment we inhabit that is constituted not just by the things in it but also by the interactions between them… we are created by it as well.
—Beau Lotto, Deviate, Weidenfeld & Nicolson, 2018
To love is to love another’s deviance. What makes you you and them them is how one deviates from the norm. (…) It’s about whether two people’s madnesses are compatible. To enter conflict consciously with doubt as a part of your ever-evolving history of perception is difficult, risky even, especially if the other person is not entering the conflit with an understanding of the principles of perception. Thus, in addition to humility, creativity requires courage because you are stepping into a space that your brain evolved to avoid.
—Beau Lotto, Deviate, Weidenfeld & Nicolson, 2018
The fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
—Carl Sandburg
Retocável é
tudo
Excepto
o negativo
em nós
— Reiner Kunze
I felt a Funeral, in my Brain,
And Mourners to and fro
Kept treading – treading – till it seemed
That Sense was breaking through –
And when they all were seated,
A Service, like a Drum –
Kept beating – beating – till I thought
My mind was going numb –
And then I heard them lift a Box
And creak across my Soul
With those same Boots of Lead, again,
Then Space – began to toll,
As all the Heavens were a Bell,
And Being, but an Ear,
And I, and Silence, some strange Race,
Wrecked, solitary, here –
And then a Plank in Reason, broke,
And I dropped down, and down –
And hit a World, at every plunge,
And Finished knowing – then –
— Emily Dickinson The Poems of Emily Dickinson: Variorum Edition, Harvard University Press, 1983