Judith Butler from Precarious Life (full text here)
Tag: i thou
The poet’s gift is never for the poet’s self, but for another: ‘Hush, hush. All injury / is feeling.’
Allen Grossman, from “Poet’s Sampler: Joanna Klink,” Boston Review (1 April 2000)
Félix González-Torres ‘Untitled (Ross & Harry)’, 1991
Ricardo Basbaum, “Me-You, Diagram for Choreography,” 2003, up now at the MCA Chicago
bell hooks, from All About Love
You never look at me from the place from which I see you.
Jacques Lacan (via littlemontage)
Louise Bourgeois, One And Others, painted and stained wood, 1955
Little Bristling Soul 