I’m not interested in the romanticized version of people, but what they actually are. Not because that’s all dark, but because it’s a lot of things. It’s generous and empathetic, and it’s also vile and crass. We’re all these conflicting things melted into one. I feel like a student of human nature. I like to explore what it actually is, because that’s more interesting than rainbows and butterflies. People are weird! There’s nothing as weird as a person.

Annie Clark, St. Vincent
(via creatingaquietmind)

All of a sudden
I miss everyone
even the ones
who are not gone
yet.

The Joy of Being Alive | Lora Mathis (via lora-mathis)

I’ve learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.

Maya Angelou (1928-2014)

Against the urgency of people dying in the streets, what in God’s name is the point of cultural studies?…At that point, I think anybody who is into cultural studies seriously as an intellectual practice, must feel, on their pulse, its ephemerality, its insubstantiality, how little it registers, how little we’ve been able to change anything or get anybody to do anything. If you don’t feel that as one tension in the work that you are doing, theory has let you off the hook.

Stuart Hall “Cultural Studies and Its Theoretical Legacies” in: Simon During (ed.) The Cultural Studies Reader. (1999) p. 106

It is a lonely feeling when someone you care about becomes a stranger.

Lemony Snicket, When Did You See Her Last?    

Sometimes I get the feeling that we’re just a bunch of habits. The gestures we repeat over and over, they’re just our need to be recognized. Without them, we’d be unidentifiable. We have to reinvent ourselves every minute.

Sheep Haiku

(Achill Island, Ireland)

A lone sheep cries out: 

There are more of us than them!

The flock keeps grazing.

Picture of the poem via Inua Ellams (inuaellams) who adds:

Politics. People. Poetry.
Martín Espada strikes again.

And that is where the true frustration lies: I was furious and frustrated with the corporation, but you can’t get a corporation on the phone. I spent hours on the phone with people, humans trying to do their job, in some cases going well above-and-beyond their job to help me. Even though I wanted to scream about the situation, I didn’t want to yell at the people trying to help me.

People empty me. I have to get away to refill.

Charles Bukowski 

Cities are for
                 breaking you into several people
                                                          at once.

excerpted from Lug Your Body out of the Careful Dusk, by Joshua Marie Wilkinson (via pianoter)