Inciting Joy Quotes

“what happens if joy is not separate from pain? What if joy and pain are fundamentally tangled up with one another? Or even more to the point, what if joy is not only entangled with pain, or suffering, or sorrow, but is also what emerges from how we care for each other through those things? What if joy, instead of refuge or relief from heartbreak, is what effloresces from us as we help each other carry our heartbreaks?”
― Ross Gay, Inciting Joy: Essays

“grief is the metabolization of change.”
― Ross Gay, Inciting Joy: Essays

“But when we allow and expect each other to change and, even more to the point, when we witness the learning, the changing, the grieving, with curiosity and patience and care and love; when we make room for and witness and invite each other's unfixing and so are unfixing ourselves; when we join the grieving, or when we join in grieving, and when we do it again and again, making of that soft, mutual, curious, groundless witnessing not only an endeavor, but also a practice (we're talking about practice again); when we do these things, we fall apart into one another. We fall into each other.”
― Ross Gay, Inciting Joy: Essays

“The luminous, mycelial tethers between us, our fundamental connection to one another, the raft through the sorrow, the holding through the grief joy is, reminds us, again and again, that we belong not to an institution or a party or a state or a market, but to each other. Needfully so.”
― Ross Gay, Inciting Joy: Essays

“My hunch is that joy is an ember for or precursor to wild and unpredictable and transgressive and unboundaried solidarity.”
― Ross Gay, Inciting Joy: Essays

“But if you think of art as something you wonder about, or listen to, or get lost in the making of, as something that might be trying to show you something you do not yet know how to understand, something that, again, unfixes us, perhaps we can practice making and heeding that.”
― Ross Gay, Inciting Joy: Essays

“And we replant that insurgent gratitude by saving the seeds we have been given. And giving them away.”
― Ross Gay, Inciting Joy: Essays

“And sometimes I’ll ask what people have recently—say in the last day or two—come to realize they love, a question that at first seems to be difficult for some of them, as they say, “I like” this, or “I like” that, to which I try to lean on them by saying, “No, no, I said, what do you love?” Because sharing what we love is dangerous, it is vulnerable, it is like baring your neck, or your belly, and it reveals that, in some ways, we are all commonly tender.”
― Ross Gay, Inciting Joy: Essays

“I think I probably would call it grace, every moment of escape, how many actual millions of them do we carry in the suitcases of our bodies? No let’s say the trees of our bodies, because grace shares a root, you see it there don’t you, with gratitude. Amazing.”
― Ross Gay, Inciting Joy: Essays

“But equally important—or maybe more important, for those of us with some chops anyway—is getting past our desire for mastery, for making it right or doing it well, because a poem isn’t like that.15 A poem is often naughty if not outright bad. Disobedient, at the least. Well-behaved, god please no. Hates the clothes you think it should wear. At its best, a good poem, like any good art, is unruly, insubordinate, uncoachable, insolent, and churlish. Surly sometimes, too. Knows your little rules inside and out and thumbs its nose. Sometimes a good poem just don’t wanna.16”
― Ross Gay, Inciting Joy: Essays

“I’m unmade, unfixed, into something else I never could have imagined? That’s the art I’m interested in making, teaching, and living with—not fixing work, but unfixing—and I don’t know that methods of creating such work can be taught.”
― Ross Gay, Inciting Joy: Essays

“I think that's why the writer Toi Derricotte means, in her poem "The Telly Cycle," when she says that "joy is an act of resistance." The luminous, mycelial tethers between us, our fundamental connection to one another, the raft through the sorrow, the holding through the grief joy is, reminds us, again and again, that we belong not to an institution or a party or a state or a market, but to each other. Needfully so. Which we must practice, and study, and sing, and story, and dream, and celebrate. Belonging to each other as though our lives depend on it.”
― Ross Gay, Inciting Joy: Essays

“But what happens if joy is not separate from pain? What if joy and pain are fundamentally tangled up with one another? Or even more to the point, what if joy is not only entangled with pain, or suffering, or sorrow, but is also what emerges from how we care for each other through those things? What if joy, instead of refuge or relief from heartbreak, is what effloresces from us as we help each other carry our heartbreaks?”
― Ross Gay, Inciting Joy: Essays

“But what happens if joy is not separate from pain? What if joy and pain are fundamentally tangled up with one another? Or even more to the point, what if joy is not only entangled with pain, or suffering, or sorrow, but is also what emerges from how we care for each other through those things? What if joy, instead of refuge or relief from heartbreak, is what effloresces from us as we help each other carry our heartbreaks? Which is to say, what if joy needs sorrow, or what Zadie Smith in her essay “Joy” calls “the intolerable,” for its existence?”
― Ross Gay, Inciting Joy: Essays

“what happens if joy is not separate from pain? What if joy and pain are fundamentally tangled up with one another? Or even more to the point, what if joy is not only entangled with pain, or suffering, or sorrow, but is also what emerges from how we care for each other through those things? What if joy, instead of refuge or relief from heartbreak, is what effloresces from us as we help each other carry our heartbreaks? Which is to say, what if joy needs sorrow, or what Zadie Smith in her essay “Joy” calls “the intolerable,” for its existence?”
― Ross Gay, Inciting Joy: Essays

“The essence of the gift is that it creates a set of relationships. The currency of a gift economy is, at its root, reciprocity.”
― Ross Gay, Inciting Joy: Essays

“when we witness the learning, the changing, the grieving, with curiosity and patience and care and love; when we make room for and witness and invite each other’s unfixing and so are unfixing ourselves; when we join the grieving, or when we join in grieving, and when we do it again and again, making of that soft, mutual, curious, groundless witnessing not only an endeavor, but also a practice (we’re talking about practice again); when we do these things, we fall apart into one another. We fall into each other.”
― Ross Gay, Inciting Joy: Essays

“What if wonder was the ground of our gathering?”
― Ross Gay, Inciting Joy: Essays

“And when we catch the grave light shimmering from the tethers between us when it happens, our dying again and again in each other's presence, this falling together, it is called, this holding each other through the falling, I am pretty sure of this, one of the names anyway: joy.”
― Ross Gay, Inciting Joy: Essays

“All these comorbidities, all these communities more exposed to toxins, all this absence of sick pay or good pay, every day, is not simply an affliction (Oh, too bad you landed in Cancer Alley! or, Oh, bummer about all those opioid deaths! or, So unlucky about the lead in your water!), but an infliction. It is on purpose. And the withholding from some of the means of life, of which means there are plenty to go around,2 is a disprivilege.”
― Ross Gay, Inciting Joy: Essays

“All to say that maybe it is the case, of course it is, that the cover is perpetual, we are perpetually covering, we are ever citational, it is called thinking, it is called learning, it is called making, it is called being a creature with, it is our only choice. Nonpossessive undeclared citationality, which I'm gonna go out on a limb here and just call life.”
― Ross Gay, Inciting Joy: Essays

“And with my forehead pressed into his, and my hands on his cheeks, I noticed that my father had freckles sprinkled around the bridge of his nose and his upper cheeks. It was like a gentle broadcast of carrot seeds blending into his skin, flickering visible from this distance. It was through my tears I saw my father was a garden. Or the two of us, or the all-of-us, not here long maybe it is. And from that what might grow.”
― Ross Gay, Inciting Joy: Essays

“But if you think of art as something you wonder about, or listen to, or get lost in the making of, as something that might be trying to show you something you do not yet know how to understand, something that, again, unfixes us, perhaps we can practice making and heeding that. And if you imagine a classroom as a place where we do this unfixing work together--where we hold each other, and witness each other, through our unfixing--well, that sounds to me like school.”
― Ross Gay, Inciting Joy: Essays

“all the gestures these days that are more about laundering one’s image than changing one’s soul. All”
― Ross Gay, Inciting Joy: Essays

“Or, as the writer Patrick Rosal might say: the grieving would be “an altar for listening to the beginning of the world.”
― Ross Gay, Inciting Joy: Essays

“And I guess the endeavor then might be asking the poem or essay, etc., what it wants to tell or show you, and really listening, to the best of your ability. This endeavor, which for me can go on for a while, is also called revision.”
― Ross Gay, Inciting Joy: Essays

“that the practice of inquiry and unfixing is a practice of changing.”
― Ross Gay, Inciting Joy: Essays

“community-supported bewilderment, is the practice.”
― Ross Gay, Inciting Joy: Essays

“Or we might draw dried flowers—still wrong-handed and quick—if we have them. Which makes us all commonly flustered and silly (and usually really gets us laughing). We might then exchange those drawings with a partner who will add captions, making a kind of lyric comic book, which makes us now collaborating (though listening to each other’s dreams and talking about what we love is collaboration as well, maybe even radical collaboration). This seems like something I probably got from Lynda Barry. There is a lot, so so much, to get from Lynda Barry.”
― Ross Gay, Inciting Joy: Essays