Honest-to-God Color, God Said, for Artists Honest-to-god color, god said, for artists. But first, graveyards, to grind the human femur in secret, for bone black. And cuttlefish for sepia, ingenious spray when they fear things, which is mostly in that water. For blue, miniature wars to come, pilgrimages, and rapes some will consider a hobby.… Continue reading Marianne Boruch
It is very easy to love alone. ― Gertrude Stein
Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror. Just keep going. No feeling is final. —Rainer Maria Rilke, from “Go To The Limits of Your Longing,” The Book of Hours. Babette Deutsch (Translator), Ursula K. Le Guin (Editor) New Directions; Second Edition edition (November 24, 2009)
Don’t be afraid; I’ll keep looking at you for ever and ever, without a flutter of my eyelids, and you’ll live in my gaze like a mote in a sunbeam. — Jean-Paul Sartre, No Exit. (Samuel French, Inc. 1958) Originally published 1944.
When my desire grows too fierce I wear my bed clothes inside out, dark as the night’s rough husk. — Ono no Komachi, “[When my desire],” The Ink Dark Moon: Love Poems by Ono no Komachi and Izumi Shikibu, Women of the Ancient Court of Japan. Translated by Jane Hirshfield & Mariko Aratani. (Vintage; 1St… Continue reading Ono no Komachi
I throw my mind out in the air — I desire to believe. — Virginia Woolf, The Waves. (Harvest Books 1978) Originally published October 8th 1931.
I sometimes go months without remembering you. Some griefs bless us that way, not asking much space. — Laure-Anne Bosselaar, from “Stillbirth,” A New Hunger. (Ausable Press; First edition April 1, 2007)
I know now that there is something dead inside me though I cannot remember exactly when it died. ― Claire North, The First Fifteen Lives of Harry August. (Redhook October 21, 2014)
From my heart comes out and dances the image of my own desire. The gleaming vision flits on. I try to clasp it firmly, it eludes me and leads me astray. I seek what I cannot get, I get what I do not seek. ― Rabindranath Tagore, from “15,” The Gardener. (BookSurge Classics May 1,… Continue reading Rabindranath Tagore
Very early in my life it was too late. ― Marguerite Duras, The Lover. (Pantheon; 1st Pantheon paperback ed edition September 8, 1998) Originally published 1984.