Quotes from Alice Notley

The dead people want to know why everything turned out this way.

She could die now; no one would see it, her.

I don't know why it was a tragedy, the world.

It is an accident that you are well-off, powerful, and content. Would I feel stronger if I saw you weak?

you kill me, but here I'll be, dis- passionate, outside time.

And why was I (so) fated?

A sex isn't very deep but its surface is armor ironmasked like certain poetries I can't use how be what you are what's experience but a becoming acceptable to the keepers of surface say this University So glad I don't have to write in the styles of the poetries I was taught they were beautiful and unlike me positing a formal, stylized woman. But I am the poet, without a doubt. Experience is a hoax.

it goes away and you almost forget it but emotions stay

I'm trying to make a girl fall in love with me; I'm afraid it won't work, but it's a way of making my love take an outer shape.

and we're both dead at the same time.

I am a wind of energy, I am evil, but I can't stop and so I rush along, seeking gratification. I won't stop. I don't want to.

I want us to be better people.

I will do it and do it again; I will never apologize. Why should I be sorry?

Deeper and deeper. No more lyric po- ems or love affairs.

though you seem so emotional you have no feeling

I know there are other things to do, and we chose this. We had to.

I will always have done that; when I die I will have done that; when I'm dead I will remember that I have done that.

And my love. Which is visible here in death . . . it's part of what you're left with when you die.

I don't like other people's fake sentimentality; I don't like their politics, or their religion. It smothers me.

I'll never get over it, I'm going to defend it forever.

There is no other in my dreams, no beloved, there's no love . . .

Cloaking what? A further horror.

I want to walk away. Leave the crisis.

Do I need him? Do I really have to have this life?