All my friends are artists, so I am used to collective agony as a mode.
I know California isn't a real destination. You can't get there from New Jersey, not simply by following a line drawn on a map. The process of arriva… - Kate Braverman
I know California isn't a real destination. You can't get there from New Jersey, not simply by following a line drawn on a map. The process of arriva…
- Kate Braverman
I write a lot by sound. One sound leads me to another. These sounds aren't random; they have their own logic. - Kate Braverman
I write a lot by sound. One sound leads me to another. These sounds aren't random; they have their own logic.
Just being in a room with myself is almost more stimulation than I can bear. - Kate Braverman
Just being in a room with myself is almost more stimulation than I can bear.
Whenever I get lost in a novel I just throw a poem in. What it does is flare up, and it's so illuminated that I'm able to see where to go. I write be… - Kate Braverman
Whenever I get lost in a novel I just throw a poem in. What it does is flare up, and it's so illuminated that I'm able to see where to go. I write be…
writing is about doing something very close to the bone. It's about shocking yourself. When I write, I like to make myself cry, laugh - I like to giv… - Kate Braverman
writing is about doing something very close to the bone. It's about shocking yourself. When I write, I like to make myself cry, laugh - I like to giv…
To be one woman, truly, wholly, is to be all women. Tend one garden and you will birth worlds. - Kate Braverman
To be one woman, truly, wholly, is to be all women. Tend one garden and you will birth worlds.
They will say I smoked cigarettes and marijuana, cursed hoarse as a crow in all my languages, and loved morphine and Demerol and tequila and pulque, … - Kate Braverman
They will say I smoked cigarettes and marijuana, cursed hoarse as a crow in all my languages, and loved morphine and Demerol and tequila and pulque, …
Writing is like hunting. There are brutally cold afternoons with nothing in sight, only the wind and your breaking heart. Then the moment when you ba… - Kate Braverman
Writing is like hunting. There are brutally cold afternoons with nothing in sight, only the wind and your breaking heart. Then the moment when you ba…
In communist countries, you execute your poets. In the free world, the poets execute themselves. - Kate Braverman
In communist countries, you execute your poets. In the free world, the poets execute themselves.
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