Quotes by Joy Harjo

Joy Harjo

A story matrix connects all of us. There are rules, processes, and circles of responsibility in this world. And the story begins exactly where it is supposed to begin. We cannot skip any part.

Circles

Responsibility

Stories

At least I’ve had to come to that in my life, to realize that this stuff called failure, this stuff, this debris of historical trauma, family trauma, you know, stuff that can kill your spirit, is actually raw material to make things with and to build a bridge. You can use those materials to build a bridge over that which would destroy you.

Bridges

Historical

Stuff

Because Music is a language that lives in the spiritual realms, we can hear it, we can notate it and create it, but we cannot hold it in our hands

Hands

Language

Spiritual

But come here, Fear. / I am alive! / And you are so afraid / of dying.

Alive

Dying

I Am Alive

I believe that poets have to be inside their poems somewhere, or the poem won’t work.

Believe

I Believe

Poetry

I can hear the sizzle of newborn stars, and know anything of meaning, of the ﬁerce magic emerging here. I am witness to ﬂexible eternity, the evolving past, and I know we will live forever, as dust or breath in the face of stars, in the shifting pattern of winds.

Dust

Past

Stars

I have more questions than answers in this world as do most poets and writers. The field of memory we exist in is absolutely encompassing and is both a question and answer. It is memory that provides the heart with impetus, fuels the brain, and propels the corn plant from seed to fruit.

Brain

Heart

Memories

I know I walk in and out of several worlds each day.

Each Day

Walks

World

I listen to the gunfire we cannot hear, and begin this journey with the light of knowing the root of my own furious love.

Journey

Light

Roots

I spoke with the crows before leaving for Los Angeles. They were the resident storytellers whose strident and insistent voices added the necessary dissonance for color. They had cousins in California, and gave me their names and addresses, told me to look them up. They warned me, too, what they had heard about attitude there. And they were right. Attitude was thick, hung from the would-be’s and has-beens and think-they-ares, so thick that I figured it was the major source of the smog.

Attitude

Cousin

Thinking

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Alive

And Love

Animal

Answers

Art

Attitude

Beautiful

Believe

Blow

Born

Brain

Bridges

Chicago

Children

Circles

Connections

Cousin

Differences

Doors

Dust

Dying

Each Day

Earth

East

Equality

Eye

Father

Funny

Generations

Hands

Heart

Historical

Horse

House

Humorous

I Am Alive

I Believe

Inspirational

Journey

Kitchen

Land

Language

Laughing

Life

Light

Long

Meaningful

Memories

Mistake

Musician

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Quotes by Joy Harjo

Joy Harjo

A story matrix connects all of us. There are rules, processes, and circles of responsibility in this world. And the story begins exactly where it is supposed to begin. We cannot skip any part.

Because Music is a language that lives in the spiritual realms, we can hear it, we can notate it and create it, but we cannot hold it in our hands

But come here, Fear. / I am alive! / And you are so afraid / of dying.

I believe that poets have to be inside their poems somewhere, or the poem won’t work.

I can hear the sizzle of newborn stars, and know anything of meaning, of the ﬁerce magic emerging here. I am witness to ﬂexible eternity, the evolving past, and I know we will live forever, as dust or breath in the face of stars, in the shifting pattern of winds.

I have more questions than answers in this world as do most poets and writers. The field of memory we exist in is absolutely encompassing and is both a question and answer. It is memory that provides the heart with impetus, fuels the brain, and propels the corn plant from seed to fruit.

I know I walk in and out of several worlds each day.

I listen to the gunfire we cannot hear, and begin this journey with the light of knowing the root of my own furious love.

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