Sometimes, I feel like I’m not solid. I’m hollow; there’s nothing behind my eyes. I’m a negative of a person. It is as if I never thought anything, never wrote anything, never felt anything. All I want is blackness. Blackness and silence. — Gwyneth Paltrow [Sylvia Plath] Sylvia (2003) Written by John Brownlow. Directed by… Continue reading Gwyneth Paltrow
The difference between nothing and not-nothing is a line drawn on the air. One must try to draw this line. — Charles Wright, from “Bytes and Pieces,” Quarter Notes; Improvisations and Interviews (University of Michigan Press, 1995)
A kind of silence, if I may say, was walking through the house, and, like most silence, it was not silent at all: it rapped on the doors, echoed in the clocks, creaked on the stairs, leaned forward to peer into my face and explode. ― Truman Capote, Other Voices, Other Rooms. (Vintage; 5th or… Continue reading Truman Capote
Ghost cries out to ghost– But who’s afraid of that? I fear those shadows most That start from my own feet. —Theodore Roethke, from “The Surly One,” The Collected Poems of Theodore Roethke (Anchor Books, 1975)
In the universe, there are things that are known, and things that are unknown, and in between, there are doors. ― William Blake, The Marriage of Heaven and Hell. Composed between 1790 and 1793, in the period immediately after the French Revolution.