Sunday, July 25, 2004
Baby Be-Bop by Francesca Lia Block - "Stories are like genies, Dirk thought. They can carry us into and through our sorrows. Sometimes they burn, sometimes they dance, sometimes they weep, sometimes they sing. Like genies, everyone has one. Like genies, sometimes we forget that we do. Our stories can set us free, Dirk thought. When we set them free."
Baby Be-Bop by Francesca Lia Block - " 'Think about the word destory,' the man said. 'Do you know what it is? De-story. Destroy. Destory. You see. And restore. That's re-story. Do you know that only two things have been proven to help survivors of the Holocaust? Massage is one. Telling their story is another. Being touched and touching. Telling your story is touching. It sets you free.' "
Baby Be-Bop by Francesca Lia Block - "All his ancestors' stories were also his own. Each of us has a family tree full of stories inside of us, Dirk thought. Each of us has a story blossoming out of us."
Missing Angel Juan by Francesca Lia Block - "Do you know when they say soul-mates? Everybody uses it in personal ads. 'Soul-mate wanted.' It doesn't mean too much now. But soul-mates - think about it. When your soul - whatever that is anyway - something so alive when you make music or love and so mysteriously hidden most of the rest of the time, so colorful and big but without color or shape - when your soul find another soul it can recognize even before the rest of you knows about it. The rest of you just feels sweaty and jumpy at first. And your souls get married even without meaning to - even if you can't be together for some reason in real life, your souls just go ahead and make the wedding plans. A soul's wedding must be too beautiful to even look at. It must be blinding. It must be like all the weddings in the world - gondolas with canopies of doves, champagne glasses shattering, wings of veils, drums beating, flutes and trumpets, showers of roses. And after that happens you know - that's it, this is it. But sometimes you have to let that person go. When you're little, people, movies and fairy tales all tell you that one day you're going to meet this person. So you keep waiting and it's a lot harder than they make it sound. Then you meet and you think, okay, nowe we can just get on with it but you find out that sometimes your soul brother partner lover has other ideas about that. They want to go to New York and write their own songs or whatever. They feel like you don't really love them but the idea of them, the dream you've had since you were a kid about a panther boy to carry you out of the forest of your fear or an angel to make love and celestial music with in the clouds or a genie twin to sleep with you inside a lamp. Which doesn't mean they're not the one. It just means you've got to do whatever you have to do for you alone. You've got to believe in your magic and face right up to the mean nasty part of yourself that wants to keep the one you love locked up in a place in you where no one else can touch them or even see them. Just the way when somebody you love dies you don't stop loving them but you don't lock up their souls inside you. You turn that love into something else, give it to somebody else. And sometimes in a weird way when you do that you get closer than ever to the person who died or the one your sould married."
Missing Angel Juan by Francesca Lia Block - " 'This food helps us write better,' says Mallard. 'We commune better when we aren't digesting animals.' "
Missing Angel Juan by Francesca Lia Block - "But me, maybe I fit in a place like this [New York]. Maybe the cold inside of me will seem less cold in this winter. Maybe the tall buildings will make the brick walls I build for myself seem smaller. Maybe the noises in my head will quiet down in the middle of all the other noises. Or maybe my cold and walls and noise will get worse."
Missing Angel Juan by Francesca Lia Block - "There's the hallway lined with mirrors where I freaked myself once. Now I know they're me but I want to smash my reflections. So in the mirror I'll look like I feel. Pieces. But if you break a mirror there are just more whole little yous in every piece."
Missing Angel Juan by Francesca Lia Block - "I wish I could give you a lamp with a genie in it to make all your wishes come true. But you're a genie. Your own genie. Just believe in that."
Missing Angel Juan by Francesca Lia Block - "We used to lie here hugging with a balloon between us. Angel Juan's body floating on the balloon, his body shining through its skin. Then the balloon popped and we giggled and screamed falling into each other, all the sadness inside of us gone into the air."
Missing Angel Juan by Francesca Lia Block - "My heart is like a teacup covered with hairline cracks. I feel like I have to walk real carefully so it won't get shaken and just all shatter and break."
Missing Angel Juan by Francesca Lia Block - "Our eyelashes brushed like they would weave together by themselves turning us into one wild thing."
Cherokee Bat and the Goat Guys by Francesca Lia Block - "If you want to find the trail, if you want to find yourself, you must explore your dreams alone. You must grow at a slow pace in a dark cocoon of loneliness so you can fly like wind, like wings, when you awaken."
Cherokee Bat and the Goat Guys by Francesca Lia Block - "It was different. It was light-filled red waves breaking on a beach again and again - a salt-stund fullness. It was being the waves and riding the waves. The bed lifted, the house and the lawn and the garden and the street and the night, one ocean rocking them, tossing them, an ocean of liquid coral roses."
Saturday, July 24, 2004
Cherokee Bat and the Goat Guys by Francesca Lia Block - "All their lives, Cherokee and Raphael had given each other little kisses, but this kiss was like a wind from the desert, a wind that knocks over candles so that flowers catch fire, a wind, or like a sunset in the desert casting sphinx shadows on the sand, a sunset, or like a shivering in the spine of the earth. They collapsed, their hands sliding down each other's arms."
Cherokee Bat and the Goat Guys by Francesca Lia Block - "Let's not be afraid, Cherokee thought. Let's not be afraid of anything that can't really hurt us. She grabbed his wrist and they ran across the street as the red stoplight hand flashed."
Cherokee Bat and the Goat Guys by Francesca Lia Block - "There is dirt everywhere, real filth. We should not be able to see air. Air should be like the lenses of our eyes. And the sea... we should be able to swim in the sea; the sea should be like our tears and our sweat - clear and natural for us. There should be animals all around us - not hiding in the poison darkness, watching with their yellow eyes. Look at this city. Look what we have done."
Witch Baby by Francesca Lia Block - "I remembered the way I'd seen the world when I was young. I'd seen the smoke and the pain in the streets, heard the roaring under the earth, felt the rage beneath the surface of everything, most people pretending it wasn't there. Only those who are so shaken or so brave can wear it in their eyes."
Witch Baby by Francesca Lia Block - "Angel Juan belongs anywhere he is... because he knows who he is."
Witch Baby by Francesca Lia Block - "They sprayed each other with the hose, and the water caught sunlight so that they were rinsed in showers of liquid rainbows."
Witch Baby by Francesca Lia Block - "I had been dreaming of him and wishing for him forever. When I met Valentine I wasn't afraid anymore. I knew that my soul would always have a reflection and an echo and that even if we were apart - and we were for a while in the beginning - I finally knew what my soul looked and sounded like. I would have that forever, like a mirror or an echoing canyon."