Charlotte Eriksson's Blog, page 7

My journal’s a roadmap of my gypsy soul. I’ll keep scribbling until I get somewhere.– The Glass…

My journal’s a roadmap of my gypsy soul. I’ll keep scribbling until I get somewhere.
– The Glass Child

Words have weight, can crush or lift you up. Use them wisely.

Words have weight, can crush or lift you up. Use them wisely.

I’m an alien in this concrete jungle. But isn’t that the point? To be a stranger, always?

I’m an alien in this concrete jungle. But isn’t that the point? To be a stranger, always?

Don’t forget that the music is still out there. Behind all the TikTok dances and 7-second hooks,…

Don’t forget that the music is still out there. Behind all the TikTok dances and 7-second hooks, real songs are still out there, being strung on a worn-out guitar somewhere, a front porch, a van, a teenage bedroom. Let the melodies seep into your bones and shake you awake.

I’ll take insanity over complacency any day.

I’ll take insanity over complacency any day.

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en–dear:“Tear It Down” by Jack Gilbert

en–dear:

“Tear It Down” by Jack Gilbert

Mary Oliver, from “Hum Hum”, A Thousand Mornings

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Mary Oliver, from “Hum Hum”, A Thousand Mornings

Andrea Gibson, Birthday

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Ellen Bass, “The Thing Is”

quotespile:“At one time people conveniently ‘went mad’ and were never heard from again. Like a...

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“At one time people conveniently ‘went mad’ and were never heard from again. Like a character in a romantic novel. But now… you are too hip to yourself on a psychological level. You are all too intimate with too many of the symptoms of insanity to be caught completely off your guard. Another thing: all of you have a talent for releasing frustration through clever fantasy.”

— Ken Kesey, One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest

theglasschild:“In the days when I thought I was a genius and starved and nobody published me I...

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“In the days when I thought I was a genius and starved and nobody published me I used to waste much more time in the libraries than I do now. It was best to get an empty table where the sun came through a window and get the sun on my neck and the back of my head and my hands and then I did not feel so bad that all the books were dull in their red and orange and green and blue covers sitting there like mockeries. It was best to get the sun on my neck and then dream and doze and try not to think of rent and food and America and responsibility. Whether I was a genius or not did not so much concern me as the fact that I simply did not want a part of anything. The animal-drive and energy of my fellow man amazed me: that a man could change tires all day long or drive and icecream truck or run for Congress or cut into a man’s guts in surgery or murder, this was all beyond me. I did not want to begin. I still don’t. Any day that I could cheat away from this system of living seemed a good victory for me. I drank wine and slept in the parks and starved….”

— Charles Bukowski