Cameron Conaway Quotes

The words he said, too, must be human enough to bleed.

I’ve learned to fall like the BJJ player, to protect the body through controlling the distribution of force by slapping the mat with hands open. With hands open. Hands open. Open. O Pen.

Stories do not change, only the lives they live in do.

Fighting and writing’s deepest layers of beauty lie not only in the physical and mental realms of what we know, but also as an incognizable instinct, a realm we will never fully know but will forever feel.

Like forearm veins, my interests spread in different directions and eventually led to the hands, to writing.

Poets, like fighters, both reap the benefits of roadwork.

A poet could kill the dead.

We give up our backs and allow religious myths to apply the rear naked choke to our minds.

It’s cool when fashion recycles itself, it’s not cool when sustainable living does because it means there was (and is as I write) a period of absolute and possibly irreversible destruction.

If pain is a pot of boiling water, humor can be the rising steam.

How can I stand before you in silent symbols with open palms?

Feed peace not fear, make spoon not war.

We were of thirteen minds, like a tree, in which there is one Red-tail and eleven squirrel parts.

Concrete breathes sun's heat.

Naming nature doesn't tame nature.

Dew moves mountains.

The ribboned gallons that rule us like beliefs rooted in single experiences.

The whispers inside the red wheelbarrow's dew.

Unreality cooled reality’s burn.

It’s too bad war gets all the attention; it’s too bad the plant is easier to see than the root.