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“I can’t translate myself into language any more.”
Alice Notley, Culture of One
“Who defined me? My culture, a culture of mercy, a living codex. I am a unique culture of one, from everywhere. I am her map and her self. I am everyone in the story; I am the story.”
Alice Notley, Culture of One
“I was once a girl / but now
proceeding along / the inexcusable disarray of nature’s
corpse, reeling / I sing to texture, to stupor, to nothing. /
Dying for centuries in victory,”
Alice Notley, Culture of One
“You aren’t systematic, Marie says carefully. I don’t want
to close this world in.”
Alice Notley, Culture of One
“A long time ago something happened, that I embody.”
Alice Notley, Culture of One
“is water sacred because it’s only itself? Like them; like I
am, a dog almost thinks.”
Alice Notley, Culture of One
“the spiritual generals sing the praises of their words, their vaunted reasoning
process:”
Alice Notley, Culture of One
“Why do you always
write about talking to the dead? People talk to the dead,
that’s why. And history, knowledge, every formal discipline,
all procedures for being alive are haunts!”
Alice Notley, Culture of One
“Sweetheart
there’s nothing. In the sense of ectoplasmic—what’s that?
a girl asks—
certainty. There ain’t no devil. She laughs . . . No god
either. You’re it! Science? It’s a baby. I hate your big tongue, the Satanist girl says in her own voice.”
Alice Notley, Culture of One
“A virgin already tired of sex; it’s the approved destiny . . . sex
strangling you with obsolescence.”
Alice Notley, Culture of One
“I thought I needed to escape the culture of rarified
slanted troped alphabetical philosophy, but what can
I escape? You can escape a corrupt old age, Eve
Love says. Come with me, poetry mother, to an inevitable
horizon, along the hot and grey path of the negative way.”
Alice Notley, Culture of One
“The quail flies up, I see his red crest which is almost invisible in dawn and desert dun, don’t alliterate or you’ll go to hell.”
Alice Notley, Culture of One
“I won’t accept anything but your love.
I can find it inside your bizarre heart, with my pointy-nailed finger . . .”
Alice Notley, Culture of One
“I invented the arts to stay alive”
Alice Notley, Culture of One
“Did the Dark want to know itself?
This poem is for me, I said, I’m trying to know something.”
Alice Notley, Culture of One