“ there's something wrong with any art that makes a woman all bust ”
She was gracious and yet fading, like an old statue in a garden, that symbolizes the weather through which it has endured, and is not so much the work of man as the work of wind and rain and the herd of the seasons, and though formed in men's image is a figure of doom.
~ Djuna Barnes
the ballerina on perfected toeSpins to the axis of a fortitudeThat is the sum of all her yesterdays.
The unendurable is the beginning of the curve of joy.
...he is not like other children, not cruel, or savage. For this very reason he is called 'strange.' A child who is mature, in the sense that the heart is mature, is always, I have observed, called deficient.
