There is no refuge from memory and remorse in this world. The spirits of our foolish deeds haunt us, with or without repentance. — Gilbert Parker, Mrs. Falchion. (BiblioLife August 18, 2008) Originally published 1893.
If you are in the garden, I will dress myself in leaves. If you are in the sea I will slide into that smooth blue nest, I will talk fish, I will adore salt. But if you are sad, I will not dress myself in desolation. I will present myself with all the laughters I… Continue reading Mary Oliver
In Sleep we lie all naked and alone, in Sleep we are united at the heart of night and darkness, and we are strange and beautiful asleep; for we are dying the darkness and we know no death. — Thomas Wolfe, from “Death the Proud Brother,” The Complete Short Stories Of Thomas Wolfe. (Scribner; 1st… Continue reading Thomas Wolfe
Tell me some simple talk … the talk a woman always desires to be told. I don’t want the phrase complete. Gesture is enough to scatter me in the rise of butterflies between springheads and the sun. Tell me I am necessary for you like sleep, and not like nature filling up with water around… Continue reading Mahmoud Darwish
I step outside for a smoke & it’s obvious the world / is ending. Someone let the poets out & they’re / eating all of the birds. — Gregory Sherl, “Science Fiction,” Dreamwidth: Highly Ecentric. Nov. 25th, 2013.
Fact is, silence is the perfect water: unlike rain it falls from no clouds to wash our minds, to ease our tired eyes, to give heart to the thin blades of grass fighting through the concrete for even air dirtied by our endless stream of words. — Philip Levine, from “He Would Never Use One… Continue reading Philip Levine
The Gods do not protect fools. Fools are protected by more capable fools. — Larry Niven, Ringworld. (Gollancz; New Ed edition June 9, 2005) Originally published 1970.
I tell myself the reasons for love are as large as the moon, but they are less: the blue egg in a bird’s nest and the letter O— how tiny are the reasons we have for not letting go of love—this slow catapult of the soul. —Steve Scafidi, from “Pop Pop Pop”… Continue reading Steve Scafidi
‘I wish you may be punished by falling in love with the silent princess.’ And having said this she vanished. For some time the boy paid no heed to her words—indeed he forgot them altogether; but as years went by, and he began to think more about things, the remembrance of the old woman’s wish… Continue reading Andrew Lang