Elsewhere, Mon Amour Leaning from the platform, waiting for a glimmer to braid the rails the eyes of the action hero cut from the poster all that concrete pressing down A fine edge gleams around your body as if it could be contained The way each finger is licked, dipped in & rubbed across the… Continue reading Nick Flynn
I have always longed to be a part of the outward life, to be out there at the edge of things, to let the human taint wash away in emptiness and silence as the fox sloughs his smell into the cold unworldliness of water; to return to town as a stranger. — J.A. Baker, The… Continue reading J.A. Baker
At night I dream that you and I are two plants that grew together, roots entwined, and that you know the earth and the rain like my mouth, since we are made of earth and rain. — Pablo Neruda, from “Rain (Rapa Nui),” Regalo De Un Poeta/Gift Of A Poet. Translated by Anthony Kerrigan. (VERGARA… Continue reading Pablo Neruda
Believe me, friend Hellishnoise: the greatest events—they are not our loudest but our stillest hours. — Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra. (Penguin Books; Later Printing edition March 30, 1978) Originally published 1883.
Footfalls echo in the memory Down the passage which we did not take Towards the door we never opened Into the rose-garden. — T. S. Eliot, “Burnt Norton,” The Four Quartets. (Faber & Faber 1959) Originally published 1943.
I feel that I am dying of solitude, of love, of despair, of hatred, of all that this world offers me. With every experience I expand like a balloon blown up beyond its capacity. The most terrifying intensification bursts into nothingness. You grow inside, you dilate madly until there are no boundaries left, you reach… Continue reading Emil M. Cioran
In the forest a man sits a tree stands high a river runs through his silence. — Ben Wilson (age 10), “In the Forest,” 2014 Rattle Young Poets Anthology.