Gulf of Sorrows If we were a black velvet painting I’d come out of the frame and hit the arc of your pain a bat in the rafters There, now we can rest Emily Kendal Frey, Sixth Finch. Summer 2013.
Between the wish and the thing the world lies waiting. ― Cormac McCarthy, All the Pretty Horses. (Vintage June 29, 1993)
It’s true I never write, but I would gladly die with you. Gladly lower myself down alone with you into the enormous mouth that waits, beyond youth, beyond every instant of ecstasy, remember: before battle we would do each other’s makeup, comb each other’s hair out saying we are unconquerable, we are terrible and… Continue reading Franz Wright
I learned that just beneath the surface there’s another world, and still different worlds as you dig deeper. I knew it as a kid, but I couldn’t find the proof. It was just a kind of feeling. There is goodness in blue skies and flowers, but another force—a wild pain and decay—also accompanies everything. —… Continue reading David Lynch
For Julie If I could tie a river around my love’s waist like ribbon, make sails out of her blood and pin down death like a squirming bug. If I could lift and rock each coffin in my arms I would start with hers. — John Rybicki, “If,” When All the World Is… Continue reading John Rybicki
Let all of life be an unfettered howl. ― Vladimir Nabokov, from “Gods,” The Stories of Vladimir Nabokov. (Knopf 24 October 1995)
I could say more, but I don’t want to. I am the prophet of less: a single feather bespeaks the bird and a sigh suffices for love. — David Swanger, from “Sloth,” Wayne’s College of Beauty (BkMK Press, 2006)