"We are in the middle of a bloody, heartrending revolution Called America, called the Protestant reformation, called Western man, Called individual consciousness, meaning I need a refrigerator and a car And milk and meat for the kids so, I can discover that I don’t need a car Or a refrigerator, or meat, or even milk, just rice and a place with no wind to sleep next to someone Two someones keeping warm in the winter learning to weave To pot and to putter, learning to steal honey from bees, wearing the bedclothes by day, sleeping under (or in) them at night; hording bits of glass, colored stones, and stringing beads How long before we come to that blessed definable state…"

- Diane di Prima, Rant, from a Cool Place (via fernsandmoss)