My dreams are going through their death flurries. I thought they were all safely buried, but sometimes they stir in their grave, making my heartstrings twinge. I mean no particular dream, you understand, but the whole radiant flock of them together—with their rainbow wings, iridescent, bright, soaring, glorious, sublime. They are dying before the steel javelins and arrows of a world of Time and Money.
Do stuff. be clenched, curious. Not waiting for inspiration’s shove or society’s kiss on your forehead. Pay attention. It’s all about paying attention. attention is vitality. It connects you with others. It makes you eager. stay eager.
Susan Sontag
(Photo, 1962)
Photo by František Drtikol, 1927.
Field of daisies and orange flowers, possibly hawkweed, Vermont, 1943.
Photo by John Collier
Flamenco dancers in motion, 1950s.
Photo by Emil Cadoo
Ann-Margret, 1961.
Salvador Dalí, 1935-1937.
Photo by William Eggleston
