
Good Enough
Song lyrics, Fumbling Towards Ecstasy (1993)
Source: City of Glass
Good Enough
Song lyrics, Fumbling Towards Ecstasy (1993)
Introduction
1920s, An Autobiography (1927)
Paris Review interview (1996)
Context: I write for love, respect, money, fame, honor, redemption. I write to be included in a world I feel rejected by. But I don’t want to be included by surrendering myself to expectations. I want to buy my admission to others by engaging their interests and feelings, doing the least possible damage to my feelings and interests but changing theirs a bit. I think I was not aware early on of those things. I wrote early on because it was there to do and because if anything good happened in the poem I felt good. Poems are experiences as well as whatever else they are, and for me now, nothing, not respect, honor, money, seems as supportive as just having produced a body of work, which I hope is, all considered, good.
“Wisdom tells me I am nothing. Love tells me I am everything. And between the two my life flows.”
I am
Variant: Love says 'I am everything.' Wisdom says 'I am nothing.' Between the two, my life flows.
Source: I Am That
Context: "I find that somehow, by shifting the focus of attention, I become the very thing I look at, and experience the kind of consciousness it has; I become the inner witness of the thing. I call this capacity of entering other focal points of consciousness, love; you may give it any name you like. Love says 'I am everything'. Wisdom says "I am nothing'. Between the two, my life flows. Since at any point of time and space I can be both the subject and the object of experience, I express it by saying that I am both, and neither, and beyond both."
Source: S. S. Shashi Encyclopaedia Indica: India, Pakistan, Bangladesh, Volume 100 http://books.google.co.in/books?id=bf8vAQAAIAAJ, Anmol Publications, 1996, p. 260
Defending the re-segregation of federal offices, in Conference with members of the National Association for Equal Rights https://web.archive.org/web/20150315002852/http://friesian.com/presiden.htm#43 (November 1914)
1910s
“Which of all my important nothings shall I tell you first?”