I Mean, Things Are Going To Happen All The Time. The Unendurable Happens. People We Love And We Cant

“I mean, things are going to happen all the time. The unendurable happens. People we love and we can’t live without are going to die. We’re going to die. One day we’re going to have to leave our children and die, leave the plants, and the bunnies, and the sunlight, and the rain and all that. I mean it’s unendurable. Art knows that. Art holds that knowledge. All art holds the knowledge that we’re both living and dying at the same time. It can hold it. And thank God it can because nothing out in the capitalistic corporate world is going to shine that back to us, but art holds it.”

— Marie Howe, interviewed by Krista Tippett for On Being (via bostonpoetryslam)

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“One thinks one has cut oneself off from the world, but it is enough to see an olive tree upright in the golden dust, or beaches glistening in the morning sun, to feel this separation melt away.”

— Albert Camus in January 1936, from Notebooks 1935-1942; tr. by Philip Thody   (via tamsoj)

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