I am not flint or diamond or any of that great hard stuff. If I am stone, I am some kind of shoddy crumbly stuff like sandstone or serpentine, or maybe schist. Or not even stone but clay, or not even clay but mud. And I wish that those who take me for granite would once in a while treat me like mud.
Ursula K. Le GuinIt’s dangerous to stop making things.
Trude Fleischmann, Tilly Losch, dancer at the Vienna State Opera, c. 1925
Even when the pianist swept down to the lowest reaches of his instrument, Mr. Graves seemed to stay underneath him, a ballast in constant flux, offering only the guarantee that he would listen, and change
I think we are all, including the ‘productive’ people – those who consider themselves as thinking agents – in need of a lot of healing. And I do not mean one great healing. No, we need as many healing processes as there are places and figurations.
Isabelle Stengers
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