A Quote by Rae Armantrout

The ghosts swarm. They speak as one person. Each has left something undone. — © Rae Armantrout
The ghosts swarm. They speak as one person. Each has left something undone.
The wrongdoer is often the person who left something undone, rather than the person who has done something
Pay no attention to the faults of others, things done or left undone by others. Consider only what by oneself is done or left undone.
If some day they take the radio station away from us, if they close down our newspaper, if they don’t let us speak, if they kill all the priests and the bishop too, and you are left, a people without priests, each one of you must be God’s microphone, each one of you must be a messenger, a prophet. The church will always exist as long as there is one baptized person. And that one baptized person who is left in the world is responsible before the world for holding aloft the banner of the Lord’s truth and of his divine justice.
There's no question that ghosts exist. The big question for me is whether ghosts are simply electronic imprints left in the walls or the atmosphere of places, or whether they do actually represent something from the afterlife.
A wrongdoer is often a man who has left something undone, not always one who has done something.
How will the Tower of Babel be undone? How will we understand each other in Heaven? Will we all speak English or Dutch or Latin? No, we will speak music.
Let's face it. We're undone by each other. And if we're not, we're missing something.
(What are your ghosts like?) (They are on the insides of the lids of my eyes.) (This is also where my ghosts reside.) (You have ghosts?) (Of course I have ghosts.) (But you are a child.) (I am not a child.) (But you have not known love.) (These are my ghosts, the spaces amid love.)
Sometimes an artist's vision may get blurred when subjected to a committee because an artwork is usually an expression of something unconscious that is better left in the realm of one person's unconscious if it is to speak to another person's unconscious.
Movies by Carlos Saura and others had ghosts, memories from the past, that they used to make a political point. Things you couldn't talk about openly, you could speak of through ghosts.
The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone.
Left right left right. We're army ants. We swarm we fight. We have no home. We roam. We race. You're lucky if we miss your place.
Through reading literature we can make ghosts speak to us, and we can speak back to them.
When they talk of ghosts of the dead who wander in the night with things still undone in life, they approximate my subjective experience of this life.
Henceforth the cosmos, once a swarm of blazing galaxies, each a swarm of stars, was composed wholly of star-corpses. These dark grains drifted through the dark void, like an infinitely tenuous smoke rising from an extinguished fire. Upon these motes, these gigantic worlds, the ultimate populations had created here and there with their artificial lighting a pale glow, invisible even from the innermost ring of lifeless planets.
When I go hear a man speak, I like to hear him speak like he's fighting a swarm of bees.
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