Chris Campanioni Quotes
And maybe I knew how to look at a person, that exact angle to display, the way to shift the light on my face, but now I looked vacant, empty, naked … and for a fraction of a second—maybe more, maybe even a full second—I gave them fear, and finally, like a reel of film had been removed and I had to wait for another to be inserted, I smiled again.
Chris Campanioni
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Nothing is more hip than a corpse. The style is timeless. Death is trending.
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The whole world had become a stage, in which the props were continually shifting, four extras reprising the roles of twenty-four characters and people I’d never seen before playing my most beloved ones.
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I couldn’t decide whether it was better to be the art, or the artist.
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Always being myself and my salve, which is life. I’m not lonely, if that’s what it seems like. Always writing things down.
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The future is trash. Recycling it, re-arranging it. Making it beautiful again.
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I walk by, seeing myself walk by on a bag, someone’s hands gripping the paper handles above my neck, my curved waist, my gleam of sweat, me, half a block away, and think, you don’t know self-fragmentation until it’s staring you in the face.
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Sometimes I feel as if I’m getting other people’s memories. Images I only recognize in dreams or TV, old films, faces I’ve never seen before and places I’ve never been . . . somebody’s switched the reel.
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To own beauty is the first lie of it.
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Half of life is pretending. The other half is pretending.
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But it was all nothing and that was the artistic expression: Nothing. And nothing can be art. And more than that, nothing is the best art.
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Literature sustains life because it captures death in its forward march. Clickety-clickety-clack, the wheels go round and round ...
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And maybe I knew how to look at a person, that exact angle to display, the way to shift the light on my face, but now I looked vacant, empty, naked … and for a fraction of a second—maybe more, maybe even a full second—I gave them fear, and finally, like a reel of film had been removed and I had to wait for another to be inserted, I smiled again.
Chris Campanioni
