“My patience has dreadful chilblains from standing so long on a monument.”
“The dread of futility has been my life-long plague.”
“a young woman in love always looks like patience on a monument smiling at grief”
“A young woman in love always looks like Patience on a monument Smiling at Grief.”
“My virginity's still intact, Guy," I say as I stand up and brush the dirt from my butt. "Yours, on the other hand, has been gone for so long I've seen it on the side of a milk carton.”
“So what's the point of longing for a new, monumental category hidden somewhere in the non-Western discourse? On the contrary, shouldn't we emphasize that Western art historical thinking has not necessarily to be regarded as monumental? This would be a good condition for dialogue with scholars who are not (or do not want to be) affiliated with "our" tradition.”