Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart. — William Wordsworth, Letter to his Wife (April 29 1812).
I painted my lover under my sternum. Now she courses through me, strange ink, little calligraphy stroke, brilliant well of pitch-black. A vast constellation-free night to dip the quill of a tongue into. —Jamaal May, from “Little Design,” The Big Book of Exit Strategies (Alice James Books, 2016)
Writing to touch with letters, with lips, with breath, to caress with the tongue, to lick with the soul, to taste the blood of the beloved body, of life in its remoteness; to saturate the distance with desire; in order to keep it from reading you. — Hélène Cixous, Coming to Writing and Other Essays.… Continue reading Hélène Cixous