Such being the nature of mental life, the business of psychology is primarily to describe in detail the various forms which attention or conation assumes upon the different levels of that life.
In New York, you are competing with Times Square lights and all of that, so you’ve got to be 300 pounds and crazy to get anyone’s attention. Then, you can refine yourself. I always knew under those 300 pounds and tracksuits was a refined, slim, dignified man.
The obsession with suicide is characteristic of the man who can neither live nor die, and whose attention never swerves from this double impossibility.
Those who are unhappy have no need for anything in this world but people capable of giving them their attention.
In the intellectual order, the virtue of humility is nothing more nor less than the power of attention.
I think we will always have the impulse towards visual poetry with us, and I wouldn’t agree with Bly that it’s a bad thing. It depends on the ability of the individual poet to do it well, and to make a shape which is interesting enough to hold your attention.
In a country of such recent civilization as ours, whose almost limitless treasures of material wealth invite the risks of capital and the industry of labor, it is but natural that material interests should absorb the attention of the people to a degree elsewhere unknown.
In many of the things that people do, they themselves are the centre of attention, but they inscribe some other name on their banner.
I tend to be one who just speaks from my soul, and so what comes out sometimes is rather harsh. In that sense, I’m very much a part of the tradition of a Frederick Douglass or a Malcolm X who used hyperbolic language at times to bring attention to the state of emergency.
Calling gender violence a women’s issue is part of the problem. It gives a lot of men an excuse not to pay attention.