I remember rocks you pick up outside that, once inside, you wonder why. —Joe Brainard, from “I Remember,” The Collected Writings of Joe Brainard. (Library of America March 29, 2012) Ron Padgett (Editor), Paul Auster (Foreword). Advertisements
Stars open among the lilies. Are you not blinded by such expressionless sirens? This is the silence of astounded souls. — Sylvia Plath, from “Crossing the Water,” Crossing the Water. (Harper Perennial May 9, 1980) Originally published 1971
The opposite of Loneliness is not Togetherness, It’s Intimacy. – Richard Bach, The Bridge Across Forever. (William Morrow Paperbacks November 21, 2006) Originally published 1982.
Like Lorca, I want to sleep the dream of apples. I want the old dangers to feel welcome— the wind displacing the fir tree, the fir tree catching on fire. Let something burn long enough, it’ll put itself to sleep. — Jennifer Moore, from “[When the Sunlight Becomes an Object],” The Veronica Maneuver (University of… Continue reading Jennifer Moore
To have seen what I have seen, see what I see! —William Shakespeare, Hamlet: Act III Scene i