The past is already in debt to the mismanaged present. And besides, contrary to what you may have heard or learned, the past is not done and it is not over, it’s still in process, which is another way of saying that when it’s critiqued, analyzed, it yields new information about itself. The past is already changing as it is being reexamined, as it is being listened to for deeper resonances. Actually it can be more liberating than any imagined future if you are willing to identify its evasions, its distortions, its lies, and are willing to unleash its secrets.
In times of dread, artists must never choose to remain silent.
We die. That may be the meaning of life. But we do language. That may be the measure of our lives.
You've got to keep asserting the complexity and the originality of life, and the multiplicity of it, and the facets of it.
At some point in life the world’s beauty becomes enough. You don’t need to photograph, paint, or even remember it.