Thursday, December 22, 2011

I think he just wrote up my entire heart and left my human condition there on his sleeve.


So rather than being up here pretending I’m an expert in anything, or presenting myself in a way that will reinforce the odd, ritualised lecturer-lecturee model, I’m just telling you off the bat that I don’t know anything. And if there’s one thing that characterises my writing it’s that I always start from that realisation and I do what I can to keep reminding myself of that during the process. I think we try to be experts because we’re scared; we don’t want to feel foolish or worthless; we want power because power is a great disguise.


The world needs you at the party starting real conversations, saying, ‘I don’t know,’ and being kind.
-- Charlie Kaufman

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