If I got rid of my demons, I’d lose my angels. — Tennessee Williams (via mindmarauder)

(via cairnpress)

My soul would sing of metamorphoses,
But since, o gods, you were the source of these
bodies becoming other bodies, breathe
your breath into my book of changes: may
the song I sing be seamless as its way
weaves from the world’s beginning to our day.
— Prologue, Metamorphoses, Ovid, translated by Allen Mandelbaum

We often fool ourselves into believing we are a singular unified person, yet we are a grab bag of personae.

Nobody is representative. That’s just narrative nonsense. — Katherine Boo in Guernica.  (via atavist)

(via atavist)

Everything is fiction. When you tell yourself the story of your life, the story of your day, you edit and rewrite and weave a narrative out of a collection of random experiences and events. Your conversations are fiction. Your friends and loved ones—they are characters you have created. And your arguments with them are like meetings with an editor—please, they beseech you, you beseech them, rewrite me. You have a perception of the way things are, and you impose it on your memory, and in this way you think, in the same way that I think, that you are living something that is describable. When of course, what we actually live, what we actually experience—with our senses and our nerves—is a vast, absurd, beautiful, ridiculous chaos. (…)

Fiction gives us everything. It gives us our memories, our understanding, our insight, our lives. We use it to invent ourselves and others. We use it to feel change and sadness and hope and love and to tell each other about ourselves.
Keith Ridgway, Dublin-born award-winning writer, Everything is Fiction, The New Yorker, Aug 8, 2012.
vintageanchor:

“All fiction is largely autobiographical and much autobiography is, of course, fiction.”― P.D. JamesHappy 92nd birthday to mystery writer Phyllis Dorothy James, Baroness James of Holland Park (born today in 1920).

vintageanchor:

“All fiction is largely autobiographical and much autobiography is, of course, fiction.”
― P.D. James

Happy 92nd birthday to mystery writer Phyllis Dorothy James, Baroness James of Holland Park (born today in 1920).

At the corner of Delaware & State, Chicago

At the corner of Delaware & State, Chicago

historiful:

Actress Marilyn Monroe (1926-1962), 1951.

There is no finish line.

historiful:

Actress Marilyn Monroe (1926-1962), 1951.

There is no finish line.

Monday morning, personae, desire, and self

Monday morning arrives.  You feel the need to define yourself, who you’ll be, for the week ahead.  You must choose a dominate persona out of the personae that are you.  Each persona consists of multiple narratives which are woven from many metaphors.

The task of choosing from this dense and intricate collage seems difficult unless you let desire take over.  Without desire you would remain inert, computing a problem too complex and lengthy for logic to resolve, until someone or something devoured you or you simply decayed.