There are persons who can speak no more, whose very names have vanished. Yet a name excised from the verge where it once lived still casts its sound on all who sleep there and enters their throats. — Erin Moure Copy Share Image
“Today, I refuse to be pinned down to an identity. Right away, I want to betray it.” — Erin Moure Copy Share Image
“In one ear the anthropologist (daughter): how are you? meaning: stay alive. In the other the artist (mother): I don't know. meaning: prepare to… — Erin Moure Copy Share Image
“this responsibility for the death of my (m)other, is a significance so irreducible that it is from it that the meaning of death may… — Erin Moure Copy Share Image
“this was passed to writing and the content of a writing burned can no longer be handed back to memory, for writing abolishes memory… — Erin Moure Copy Share Image
“Thanks to Lana Turner, Eleven Eleven, The Nation, LIT Magazine (USA), Critical Quarterly (UK), Beautiful Outlaw Press, no press, The Capilano Review, cv2, Rhubarb… — Erin Mouré Copy Share Image
“If experience requires entry into language, then we cannot experience death, for language ceases. There is no remnant.” — Erin Moure Copy Share Image
“is speech a subject's very constitution and assembly, which then makes experience possible.” — Erin Moure Copy Share Image
“Experience appears in this world as a birth. A birth which takes as assistants sky and earth and the water and wood and mountains… — Erin Moure Copy Share Image
