Unblinking Grief the last cigarettes are smoked, the loaves are sliced, and lest this be taken for wry sorrow, drown the spider in wine. you are much more than simply dead: I am a dish for your ashes, I am a fist for your vanished air. the most terrible thing about life is finding it… Continue reading Charles Bukowski
Between the end of that strange summer and the approach of winter, my life went on without change. Each day would dawn without incident and end as it had begun. — Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle. (Harvill/Panther 1999:; Limited centenary ed edition 1999) Originally published 1994.
Perhaps the hardest thing about losing a lover is to watch the year repeat its days. It is as if I could dip my hand down into time and scoop up blue and green lozenges of April heat a year ago in another country. — Anne Carson, from “The Glass Essay,” Glass, Irony, and God.… Continue reading Anne Carson
Oh, but she had been so pretty in the weaving of those delicate spells, in the dreamy performance of her enchantments… — Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita. (Olympia Press 1955)
imagine this painting the phenomenal world there’s talk of dressing the body with strange adornments to remind you of a vow to empty space there’s talk of the discourse in your mind like a silkworm I wish to venture into a not chiseled place I pour sand on the ground Objects and vehicles emerge from… Continue reading Anne Waldman
Attachments are of great seriousness. Choose your attachments carefully. Choose your temple of fanaticism with great care. What you wish to sing of as tragic love is an attachment not carefully chosen. Die for one person? This is a craziness. Persons change, leave, die, become ill. They leave, lie, go mad, have sickness, betray you,… Continue reading David Foster Wallace
And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow, Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings; There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow, And evening full of the linnet’s wings. —W.B. Yeats, from “The Lake Isle of Innisfree,” The Collected Poems of W. B.… Continue reading W.B. Yeats