Jeff Buckley’s Journal

Tweets of excerpts from Jeff Buckley’s journals and other writings.

[Jeff Buckley’s Journal @jeffbsjournal]

Sensitivity isn’t about being wimpy. It’s about being so painfully aware that a flea landing on a dog is like a sonic boom.

[Jeff Buckley’s Journal @jeffbsjournal]

I don’t need acceptance from the outside to sing my love.

[Jeff Buckley’s Journal @jeffbsjournal]

May you all find the best of happinesses in the year to come. Don’t feel down!

[Jeff Buckley’s Journal @jeffbsjournal]

My real father is my word. My real mother is my music. My mother’s child by my father is my voice. My parents are all benevolent, all-loving, helpful and challenging and so, so much in love.

[Jeff Buckley’s Journal @jeffbsjournal]

I need to relentlessly dig down dig down until my muscles are rock and eyes are stars and my breasts are heavy with milk.

[Jeff Buckley’s Journal @jeffbsjournal]

Merry Christmas all and a kiss for your New Year’s headache.

Bye.

Jeff

[Jeff Buckley’s Journal @jeffbsjournal]

Poor little lonesome, how much more can you take?

[Jeff Buckley’s Journal @jeffbsjournal]

The revolution to end all revolutions, for all time forever, it isn’t as far a journey and as bloody a battle as the world thinks it is.

[Jeff Buckley’s Journal @jeffbsjournal]

Either you live as a song, or rot to death as a special effect.

[Jeff Buckley’s Journal @jeffbsjournal]

So you see me as I really am
A railroad track abandoned.

[Jeff Buckley’s Journal @jeffbsjournal]

Nobody is going to walk just for moving or to think for the sake of thinking. For the ecstasy of witness brings on a whole new meaning.

[Jeff Buckley’s Journal @jeffbsjournal]

Either you fly through thick life, a beautiful aching crawl through its muddy music—or you die as a device.

[Jeff Buckley’s Journal @jeffbsjournal]

It’s a sad world.

[Jeff Buckley’s Journal @jeffbsjournal]

I need to learn the language of my dreaming, night after night.

[Jeff Buckley’s Journal @jeffbsjournal]

The greatest common desire of these people is to see and be seen by each other. Not much else can matter.

[Jeff Buckley’s Journal @jeffbsjournal]

Let him kill me let him run let him blow away the mediocre white boy narrative

[Jeff Buckley’s Journal @jeffbsjournal]

Strong people know their mind. They use it all the time and hard, too. Not just to survive, but to create their life.

[Jeff Buckley’s Journal @jeffbsjournal]

Today I was thinking about lovers.

[Jeff Buckley’s Journal @jeffbsjournal]

Relentless endless joy peaking into tears, resting into calmness, a simmering beauty.

[Jeff Buckley’s Journal @jeffbsjournal]

Get out of your music: EGO and trepidation
Leave in: PURE SOUL and TRUTH