[…] in that drunken place you would like to hand your heart to her and say touch it but then give it back. — Charles Bukowski, from “Purple Glow,” The People Look Like Flowers at Last. (Ecco; First Edition edition March 27, 2007)
It’s not that I can’t fall in love. It’s really that I can’t help falling in love with too many things all at once So, you must understand why I can’t distinguish between what’s platonic and what isn’t, because it’s all too much and not enough at the same time. — Jack Kerouac
and when we speak we are afraid our words will not be heard nor welcomed but when we are silent we are still afraid So it is better to speak remembering we were never meant to survive ― Audre Lorde, from “A Litany for Survival,” The Black Unicorn: Poems. (W. W. Norton & Company; Reissue… Continue reading Audre Lorde
I didn’t want to kiss you goodbye — that was the trouble — I wanted to kiss you goodnight. And there’s a lot of difference. — Ernest Hemingway in a letter to his his first wife, Hadley Richardson. The Letters of Ernest Hemingway: Volume 1, 1907-1922. (Cambridge University Press; 1st edition September 20, 2011)
So yes I will gladly take on your ocean just to swim beneath you so I can kiss the bends of your knees in appreciation for the work they do keeping your head above water —Mike McGee, from “Everyday,” FORTH Magazine: Poetry. Apr 16, 2010
What man of us has never felt, walking through the twilight or writing down a date from his past, that he has lost something infinite? ― Jorge Luis Borges, from “Paradiso, XXXI, 108,” Dreamtigers. (University of Texas Press; 13th ed. edition 1985) Originally published 1960 as El Hacedor.
I love you. I love you, but I’m turning to my verses and my heart is closing like a fist. Frank O’Hara, from “Mayakovsky,” Meditations in an Emergency (Grove/Atlantic Inc., 1996)