Scars They tell how it was, and how time came along, and how it happened again and again. They tell the slant life takes when it turns and slashes your face as a friend. Any wound is real. In church a woman lets the sun find her cheek, and we see the lesson: there are… Continue reading William Stafford
Here she is, all mine, trying her best to give me all she can. How could I ever hurt her? But I didn’t understand then. That I could hurt somebody so badly she would never recover. That a person can, just by living, damage another human being beyond repair. ― Haruki Murakami, South of the… Continue reading Haruki Murakami
It’s not over yet. A dream can spend all night fighting off the morning. Let me start again. —Elizabeth Willis, from “Ephemeral Stream.” Poem-A-Day January 2, 2014
Character is just an invention…. It is the self-fulfilling prophecy that guides our lives… and the longer we live with it the more boxed in we are by the rapidly diminishing variedness of our imagined selves. What we can’t ever accept is that we might never know who we are. ― Kamila Shamsie, Broken Verses.… Continue reading Kamila Shamsie
And then I feel the sun itself as it blazes over the hills, like a million flowers on fire — clearly I’m not needed, yet I feel myself turning into something of inexplicable value. — Mary Oliver, ”The Buddha’s Last Instruction,” House of Light. (Beacon Press; Later Printing edition April 8, 1992) Originally published 1990.
Whoever knows he is deep, strives for clarity; whoever would like to appear deep to the crowd, strives for obscurity. For the crowd considers anything deep if only it cannot see to the bottom: the crowd is so timid and afraid of going into the water. — Friedrich Nietzsche, Basic Writings of Nietzsche. (Modern Library;… Continue reading Friedrich Nietzsche
To keep & be kept. The way a field turns its secrets into peonies. The way light keeps its shadow by swallowing it. — Ocean Vuong, from “Into the Breach.” Boston Review: Poet’s Sampler, September 08, 2014