A Girl in a Library An object among dreams, you sit here with your shoes off And curl your legs up under you; your eyes Close for a moment, your face moves towards sleep… You are very human. But my mind, gone out in tenderness, Shrinks from its object with a… Continue reading Randall Jarrell
To make absolute, unconditional surrender to the woman one loves is to break every bond save the desire not to lose her, which is the most terrible bond of all. — Henry Miller, Sexus. (Grove Press January 12, 1994) Originally published 1949.
Why did he write to her, “I can’t live without you”? And why did she write to him, “I can’t live without you”? For he went west, she went east, And they both lived. Carl Sandburg, “One Parting,” Honey and Salt. (Harvest Books; Edition Unstated edition April 12, 1967) Originally published 1963.
It is necessary that we deceive our imagination in order to awaken our spirits … so as to excite in us some movement of wonder. — Nicolas Malenbranche, De la Recherche de la vérité. (Flammarion; FLAMMARION edition 2006) Originally published January 1st 1991.
the soul on its own is helpless, asleep in the hollows of its rigging, waiting to be stirred. — Stephen Dunn, from “And So,” What Goes On: Selected and New Poems 1995-2009. (W. W. Norton & Company; 1 edition January 5, 2009)
Dark be not dark but some other desire — Andrew Zawacki, from “Slipknot 7,” By Reason of Breakings (University of Georgia Press, 2002)
Tell me, what else should I have done? Doesn’t everything die at last, and too soon? Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life? —Mary Oliver, from “The Summer Day,” House of Light. (Beacon Press; Later Printing edition April 8, 1992)
Yes, I’m drunk. And you’re beautiful. And tomorrow morning, I’ll be sober but you’ll still be beautiful. — Michael Pitt [Matthew] The Dreamers (2003) Directed by Bernardo Bertolucci. Screenplay by Gilbert Adair.
I’m not really here I’m only the shape of the emptiness that holds me — Cecilia Vicuña, from “Hallwalls Contemporary Art Center: Buffalo, NY, September 27, 1998,” Spit Temple. Translation by Rosa Alcalá. (Ugly Duckling Presse; 1ST edition November 1, 2012)
I would like to curl up and become a small thing. About this big. And still. Very still. Have you ever become so melancholy, that you wanted to fit in the palm of your beloved’s hand? And lie there, for fortnights, or decades, or the length of time between stars? In complete silence? — Sarah… Continue reading Sarah Ruhl