Somebody asked me this question and I figured it deserved a good answer!
It’s a quote from a Tom Robbins novel. He’s one of my favorite authors. “Fierce Invalids Home From Hot Climates” is one of my go-to book-friends.
It’s just used in passing in the book, but I really love it. I take it to be the juice. The good stuff. The fun, the thrill, the leap… the things that nourish and enliven and poison and polish and punctuate and pearl-ize. That which seeps out of the tree of life because it just can’t stand to be contained and drips down to drink in the air and shines with the stickiness of all the best things in life. The gasp. The sting. The sweetness. The anti-gravity. The anti-entropy. Cinnamon-bun blood. Sweaty Dawn Pie. Breathless, boneless, liquid and light. It’s a good time girl’s drink of choice.
“Reading a Sarah Ruhl play is a little akin to falling in love. You see the world with fresh perceptions: the man or woman sitting across from you on the bus seems mysterious and magnetic. Weeping feels delicious and laughing feels sexier than hell. And just for the few brief hours, you imagine you can sing and dance. And then you come to the end of the play— all good things do come to an end— and you sigh, and wait for your next fling with another of her plays.”—
My first was Eurydice. I fell hard. I was in a deep moment of heartbreak and some of her passages “This is what it’s like to love an artist…” and the one about waking up to heartsickness… I never felt so intimately known by a soul I’ve never met.