For love is no part of the dreamworld. Love belongs to Desire, and Desire is always cruel. – Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 2: The Doll’s House. (Vertigo; Gph edition March 10, 1999) Originally published June 1st 1990.
That’s how it is sometimes — God comes to your window, all bright light and black wings, and you’re just too tired to open it. —Dorianne Laux, from “Dust,” What We Carry. (BOA Editions Ltd.; Uncorrected proof. edition June 1, 1994)
If you have no more happiness to give: Give me your pain. ― Lou Andreas-Salomé
Song Listen: there was a goat’s head hanging by ropes in a tree. All night it hung there and sang. And those who heard it Felt a hurt in their hearts and thought they were hearing The song of a night bird. They sat up in their beds, and then They lay back down again.… Continue reading Brigit Pegeen Kelly
My God, a moment of bliss. Why, isn’t that enough for a whole lifetime? ― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, “White Nights,” originally published 1848. White Nights and Other Stories The Novels of Fyodor Dostoevsky, Volume X. (May 9, 2011)
To give life you must take life, and as our grief falls flat and hollow upon the billion-blooded sea I pass upon serious inward-breaking shoals rimmed with white-legged, white-bellied rotting creatures lengthily dead and rioting against surrounding scenes. Dear child, I only did to you what the sparrow did to you; I am old when… Continue reading Charles Bukowski