In the Pines Quotes

“Who do you serve? Do you serve somebody?
I serve the poem, no one.”
― Alice Notley, In the Pines

“And maybe you can’t know me now.  
Maybe I’m just blood. Whatever that’s for.”
― Alice Notley, In the Pines

“I'm not too gone to be healed, am I?

I'm not too gone am I?”
― Alice Notley, In the Pines

“I knew you were in charge of me but my mind broke on its own.”
― Alice Notley, In the Pines

“I didn't care much what happened to me, so chance didn't matter.”
― Alice Notley, In the Pines

“And if you’re referring to your anguish, it’s just a thing. The shape of a trailor, a wheel, or a knife. Leave the details of your life and find another one.”
― Alice Notley, In the Pines

“There isn’t any way to be.
I will meet you where you’ve gone. The cards are blank; the cards are empty there.
If I can just have one last cut.
Do you have a plan for the new?
The cards be blank. The symbols be over.
I will tell my fortune with the blank cards of blank.
What do you see?”
― Alice Notley, In the Pines

“What did you do in your songs?
I don’t know, I’ll never know, you say. Someone else will write them about me, won’t they?
I looked into a void of love. And I fell down. There was nothing else there. No where, where I was no one.
But I have to sing this song. I’m still here.”
― Alice Notley, In the Pines

“Jack of diamonds is a hard card, why should there be a story? It’s too hard a card to please, and it isn’t the no earth I know. I got hepatitis C from shooting speed thirty-three years ago.”
― Alice Notley, In the Pines

“I confess I meant to grow wings and lose my mind.
I confess that I've forgotten what for.”
― Alice Notley, In the Pines

“Feeling awful is physiological you say.
God I hate you, I say. Yes you can find the neurons for feeling awful. Do you think you can find the neurons for the fact I hate you?”
― Alice Notley, In the Pines

“I'll never know how to live, will you? That was blood in my eyes, not flames.”
― Alice Notley, In the Pines

“It’s all like me; and any song for this would just be bullshit. This is a thing, where they stopped trying, they deserted it, and desertion itself is the only possible song.”
― Alice Notley, In the Pines