Kate Braverman (born 1950 in Philadelphia) is an American novelist, short story writer, and poet. She was raised in Los Angeles, which is the focus for much of her writing.
All my friends are artists, so I am used to collective agony as a mode.
Just being in a room with myself is almost more stimulation than I can bear.
To be one woman, truly, wholly, is to be all women. Tend one garden and you will birth worlds.
If you can be anything else but a writer, be it.
The Peruvian flute music is. . . cool. In this music, they have not yet invented the industrial revolution that leads to excessive punctuality or the failed experiment they call the nuclear family. This is the music of elements, untarnished, unrehearsed.
Women are defined by their biography, and men are sacrosanct from their biography.
I know California isn't a real destination. You can't get there from New Jersey, not simply by following a line drawn on a map. The process of arrival is more subtle and complex. It involves acts of contrition. You must appease the gods. You must find novel forms of penance. You must tattoo your children and look at the wonder. It's about conjuring and awakening and intuitions you wish you never had.
In communist countries, you execute your poets. In the free world, the poets execute themselves.
Writing is like hunting. There are brutally cold afternoons with nothing in sight, only the wind and your breaking heart. Then the moment when you bag something big. The entire process is beyond intoxicating.
I believed in immaculate conception and spontaneous combustion. I believed in aliens from outer space and vampires, prophecy, and the resurrection of the dead. I had deja vu many times each day. I was thirteen.
Women have waited millions of years, growing separate as another species, with visions and priorities no man-words, no man-measurements can comprehend.
All good writing is built one good line at a time. You build a novel the same way you do a pyramid. One word, one stone at a time, underneath a full moon while the fingers bleed.
Like I'm dragging bundles of old clothes? I'm carrying artifacts that breathe fire. I'm talking about a language of smoke. These are three-dimensional creatures that can mate. I'd no more leave them go by the side of the trail than I would my child. I'll carry them until someone amputates my arms.
writing is about doing something very close to the bone. It's about shocking yourself. When I write, I like to make myself cry, laugh - I like to give myself an experience. I see a lot of writing out there that's very safe. But if you're not scaring yourself, why would you think that you'd be scaring anybody else? If you're not coming to a revelation about your place in the universe, why would you think anyone else would?
They will say I smoked cigarettes and marijuana, cursed hoarse as a crow in all my languages, and loved morphine and Demerol and tequila and pulque, women and men. I will shrug my illusion of shoulders and answer that I am a water woman, not a vessel, not something you can sail or charter. I am instead the tributary, the river, the fluid source, and the sea itself. I am all her rainy implications. And what do you, with your rusted compass, know of love?
I write a lot by sound. One sound leads me to another. These sounds aren't random; they have their own logic.
Whenever I get lost in a novel I just throw a poem in. What it does is flare up, and it's so illuminated that I'm able to see where to go. I write between these illuminations.
As a citizen of the post-historical variety, I am in continual mourning and prepared for worse.
I knew a book of mine was finished when I was in intensive care.
I have a great ability to improvise verbally and I am very funny on a dime.