( if anyone were to ask gwenaëlle what she is, instead of just listening to her endlessly list the things she isn't and/or refuses to be—
it's a poet. still, always. )
You can't say anything with certainty, but you still should.
( words matter. the story matters. no accident that the poet is so preoccupied with narrative as force. )
Deciding it's something worth making true. Everything in life is just stories we tell ourselves—if someone tells you that you're small for long enough, you believe it. That's one way the world makes you that way. You get given a story. It's a form of resistance to tell your own.
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Date: 2018-11-22 11:16 am (UTC)it's a poet. still, always. )
You can't say anything with certainty, but you still should.
( words matter. the story matters. no accident that the poet is so preoccupied with narrative as force. )
Deciding it's something worth making true. Everything in life is just stories we tell ourselves—if someone tells you that you're small for long enough, you believe it. That's one way the world makes you that way. You get given a story. It's a form of resistance to tell your own.
Look at Flint. He understands that.