Muddy Quotes - page 4
How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins. Such harmony is in immortal souls But whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it.
William Shakespeare
The thing about sexual assault and the narrative that gets played out so often is that it's a deadlock. It's what one person said vs. what another person said. It's just that my personal experience as a survivor is incredibly muddied. I was very young and had such a crush on the person. I willingly obliged so many preambles to The Moment. I felt incredibly complicit. My self-gaslighting was so sustained and calcified that I wasn't entirely sure if it "counted.” At the time it wasn't something I would ever have felt secure declaring as assault if the burden of proof lay with me recounting everything about my intentions vs. the other person's. We talk about consent and it's important to define, but it's never this hard and fast yes/no pact that's then committed to the stenographer...
Mary H.K. Choi
An old, mad, blind, despised, and dying king,-
Princes, the dregs of their dull race, who flow
Through public scorn,-mud from a muddy spring,-
Rulers who neither see, nor feel, nor know,
But leech-like to their fainting country cling,
Till they drop, blind in blood, without a blow,-
A people starved and stabbed in the untilled field,
Religion Christless, Godless-a book sealed;
A Senate,-Time's worst statute...
Percy Bysshe Shelley