#bodies and words

Her Kind

I have gone out, a possessed witch,
haunting the black air, braver at night;
dreaming evil, I have done my hitch
over the plain houses, light by light:
lonely thing, twelve-fingered, out of mind.
A woman like that is not a woman, quite.
I have been her kind.

I have found the warm caves in the woods,
filled them with skillets, carvings, shelves,
closets, silks, innumerable goods;
fixed the suppers for the worms and the elves:
whining, rearranging the disaligned.
A woman like that is misunderstood.
I have been her kind.

I have ridden in your cart, driver,
waved my nude arms at villages going by,
learning the last bright routes, survivor
where your flames still bite my thigh
and my ribs crack where your wheels wind.
A woman like that is not ashamed to die.
I have been her kind.”
― Anne Sexton, To Bedlam and Part Way Back

“Depression is boring, I think
and I would do better to make
some soup and light up the cave.”
― Anne Sexton

You don’t really care about the pictures I take, do you? What you want is this - the tipping over of my mouth and the emptying of my heart. And that’s fine with me, because I don’t really care about the pictures either. The pictures are a meditative process, I’ve told you this before. The words I keep pushing out for you are something else. They’re reaching hands, they’re conspiratorial whispers, they’re the exchange of a knowing look.

You’re not here because I’m naked on the internet. You’re here because I’m naked on the internet.

One of my favourite quotations of all time is by Joyce Carol Oates and it is “In love there are two things, bodies and words.” I have never felt a deeper connection with a quotation. I may have told you this before. Bodies and words. Bodies and words.

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