one of Lorca’s best lines is, “agony, always agony …” think of this when you kill a cockroach or pick up a razor to shave or awaken in the morning to face the sun. — Charles Bukowski, “True,” You Get So Alone At Times That It Just Makes Sense. (Black Sparrow Press 1986)
There’s no prayer like desire. — Tom Waits, from “Black Market Baby,” Mule Variations. (1999)
In order to arrive at what you are not, you must go through the way in which you are not. And what you do not know is the only thing you know, and what you own is what you do not own, and where you are is where you are not. — T. S. Eliot,… Continue reading T. S. Eliot
Make me into anything, but just love me. — Chuck Palahniuk, Invisible Monsters. (W. W. Norton & Company; First Edition ~1st Printing edition June 11, 2012) Originally published September 17th 1999.
I wake up like a stray dog belonging to no one. Cold, cold, and the rain. Friendships outgrown or ruined. And love, dear God, the women I have loved now only names Remembered: dead, lost, or old. Mildness more and more the danger. Living among rocks and weeds to guard against wisdom. Alone with the… Continue reading Jack Gilbert
All great and precious things are lonely. ― John Steinbeck, East of Eden. (Penguin Books February 5, 2002) Originally published 1952.
Though much is taken, much abides; and though We are not now that strength which in old days Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are; One equal temper of heroic hearts, Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield. — Lord… Continue reading Lord Alfred Tennyson