What happens: events interiors, snatch them from the cradle, from the source. I want to watch watching arrive. I want to watch arrivances. I want to find the root of needing to eat. And taste it: work of sweat / sleep. Helene Cixous More Quotes by Helene Cixous More Quotes From Helene Cixous Woman must write her self: must write about women and bring women to writing, from which they have been driven away as violently as from their bodies - for the same reasons, by the same law, with the same fatal goal. Woman must put herself into the text - as into the world and into history - by her own movement. Helene Cixous women self writing Thinking is trying to think the unthinkable: thinking the thinkable is not worth the effort. Helene Cixous effort decision thinking Women must write through their bodies, they must invent the impregnable language that will wreck partitions, classes, and rhetorics, regulations and codes, they must submerge, cut through, get beyond the ultimate reverse-discourse, including the one that laughs at the very idea of pronouncing the word "silence"...In one another we will never be lacking. Helene Cixous cutting writing class By writing her self, woman will return to the body which has been more than confiscated from her, which has been turned into the uncanny stranger on display - the ailing or dead figure, which so often turns out to be the nasty companion, the cause and location of inhibitions. Censor the body and you censor breath and speech at the same time. Helene Cixous self writing spring We must learn to speak the language women speak when there is no one there to correct us. Helene Cixous language speak You only have to look at the Medusa straight on to see her. And she's not deadly. She's beautiful and she's laughing. Helene Cixous medusa beautiful laughing Censor the body and you censor breath and speech at the same time. Write yourself. Your body must be heard. Helene Cixous body inspiration writing We must kill the false woman who is preventing the live one from breathing. Helene Cixous preventing breathing Writing is the passageway, the entrance, the exit, the dwelling place of the other in me. Helene Cixous dwelling-place exit writing She alone dares and wishes to know from within, where she, the outcast, has never ceased to hear the resonance of fore language. She lets the other language speak - the language of 1,000 tongues which knows neither enclosure nor death. To life she refuses nothing. Her language does not contain, it carries; it does not hold back; it makes possible. Helene Cixous tongue wish doe And I was afraid. She frightens me because she can knock me down with a word. Because she does not know that writing is walking on a dizzying silence setting one word after the other on emptiness. Writing is miraculous and terrifying like the flight of a bird who has no wings but flings itself out and only gets wings by flying. Helene Cixous silence writing wings Decisive moment: the one when you will be really alone. And it is perhaps this that makes her hesitate: not the void, but the vastness of the solitude. It's as well if you are frightened of solitude. It's a sign that you have come to the moment of your birth. Helene Cixous vastness void solitude The only book that is worth writing is the one we don’t have the courage or strength to write. The book that hurts us (we who are writing), that makes us tremble, redden, bleed Helene Cixous hurt writing book Wouldn't the worst be, isn't the worst, in truth, that women aren't castrated, that they have only to stop listening to the Sirens (for the Sirens were men) for history to change its meaning? You only have to look at the Medusa straight on to see her. And she's not deadly. She's beautiful and she's laughing. Helene Cixous beautiful laughing men Everything ends with flowers. Helene Cixous flower dying death I am not innocent. Innocence is a science of the sublime. And I am only at the very beginning of the apprenticeship. Helene Cixous innocent innocence sublime There is no greater love than the love the wolf feels for the lamb-it-doesn’t-eat. Helene Cixous lambs greater feels I do believe in poetry. I believe that there are creatures endowed with the power to put things together and bring them back to life Helene Cixous i-believe together believe Writing is the delicate, difficult, and dangerous means of succeeding in avowing the unavowable. Helene Cixous succeed writing mean Only when you are lost can love find itself in you without losing its way. Helene Cixous broken-heart lost-love way
