Girl In A Miniskirt Reading The Bible Outside My Window Sunday, I am eating a grapefruit, church is over at the Russian Orthodox to the west. she is dark of Eastern descent, large brown eyes look up from the Bible then down. a small red and black Bible, and as she reads her legs keep… Continue reading Charles Bukowski
We are ghosts / hungry for something bigger than what our mouths are kissing — Anis Mojgani, from “The Branches are Full and These Orchards are Heavy.” Rattle #27, Summer 2007.
And this is how it begins. This is the way your true name Returns and returns again, Your sorrow becoming a foreign tongue, — Charles Wright, from “The Fever Toy,” Country Music: Selected Early Poems. (Wesleyan; 2 edition March 1, 2011) Originally published April 1st 1982.
She did not love the world and its things. She saw it for what it was. Her melancholia was, in fact, a kind of allergy to the world. — Cynthia Cruz, “Justine, a Prophet: Blindness and Vision in Lars von Trier’s ‘Melancholia’” Hyperallergic: Video • Weekend, September 5, 2015.
Give me your skin as sheer as a cobweb, let me open it up and listen in and scoop out the dark. —Anne Sexton, from “Rapunzel,” Transformations. (Mariner Books February 15, 2001) Originally published 1971.
Happiness lies within one’s self, and the way to dig it out is cocaine. ― Aleister Crowley, Diary of a Drug Fiend. Weiser Books June 1977 (first published 1922)
And the stone word fell On my still-living breast. Never mind, I was ready. I will manage somehow. Today I have so much to do: I must kill memory once and for all, I must turn my soul to stone, I must learn to live again— Unless … Summer’s ardent rustling Is like a festival… Continue reading Anna Akhmatova