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When you say something, you own it. You get to say what it means. If someone else interprets it differently, you jump in and correct them. To do improv, you need to completely change the way you approach conversation. You have to give away power and control, to the conversation itself. The conversation creates, not the individual speakers. The conversation takes on a life of its own. Meaning emerges from the collective, sequential, unfolding utterances of each speaker.

keith sawyer

gonna die…

Alright, so we’re all gonna die but now is the time to sing & see, to be humble, sacrificed, late, crazy, talkative, foolish, proud, indispensable, early, sane, silent, serious.

jack kerouac, book of sketches

otherness…

I have always had a thing about old photographs. The older pictures have an uncanny ability of suggesting that there is another world where the departed are. A black and white photograph is a document of an absence, and is almost curiously metaphysical. I have always hoarded them. They represent a sense of otherness. The figures in photographs have been muted, and they stare out at you as if they are asking for a chance to say something.

w g sebald

vocabulary…

A mind fed on words such as heaven, earth, dew, essence, cinnabar, moonlight, stillness, jade, pearl, cedar, and winter plum is likely to have a serenity not to be found in minds ringing with the vocabulary of the present age — computer, tractor, jumbo jet, speedball, pop, dollar, liquidation, napalm, overkill! Who would thrill at the prospect of rocketing to the moon in a billion-dollar spacecraft if he knew how to summon a shimmering gold and scarlet dragon at any time of the day or night and soar among the stars?

john blofeld

lip…

Even your lip, they say, the way it curves or doesn’t, or can’t decide, will deliver bales of evidence.

william stafford

caterpillar…

Imagine yourself a caterpillar. There’s this awful shrug, and then suddenly you’re beautiful for as long as you live.

stephen dunn

hope…

Hope is not about proving anything. It’s about choosing to believe this one thing: that love is bigger than any grim, bleak shit anyone can throw at us.

anne lamott

preference…

Laughter and tears are both responses to frustration and exhaustion. I myself prefer to laugh, since there is less cleaning up to do afterward.

kurt vonnegut

smoke…

Mind you, sometimes the angels smoke, hiding it with their sleeves, and when the archangel comes, they throw the cigarettes away; that’s when you get shooting stars.

nabokov