Quoth the doorbell with its silence, no comment at this time. ― Kurt Vonnegut, Timequake. (Vintage Books; New Ed edition August 1, 1998) Originally published 1997.
Waiting for Icarus He said he would be back and we’d drink wine together He said that everything would be better than before He said we were on the edge of a new relation He said he would never again cringe before his father He said that he was going to invent full-time He said… Continue reading Muriel Rukeyser
If you meet a woman of whatever complexion who sails her life with strength and grace and assurance, talk to her! And what you will find is that there has been a suffering, that at some time she has left herself for hanging dead. — Sena Jeter Naslund, Ahab’s Wife, or The Star-Gazer. (William Morrow… Continue reading Sena Jeter Naslund
No, unity is impossible. There’s always distance although the curve of the stream makes a nice pillow for the sweet slumber of the morning glory. There is always distance. One should be ‘afflicted’ or else the bewildered murmuring between words would be wasted. And love is a journey to a culminating brightness of the solitude… Continue reading Sohrab Sepehri
The great mystery is not that we should have been thrown down here at random between the profusion of matter and that of the stars; it is that from our very prison we should draw, from our own selves, images powerful enough to deny our own nothingness. — André Malraux
When he first brought his music into hell He was absurdly confident. Even over the noise of the shapeless fires And the jukebox groaning of the damned Some of them would hear him. In the upper world He had forced the stones to listen. It wasn’t quite the same. And the people he remembered Weren’t… Continue reading Jack Spicer
The world is a hellish place, and bad writing is destroying the quality of our suffering. ― Tom Waits