And What Good Will Your Vanity Be When The Rapture Comes says the man with a cart of empty bottles at the corner of church and lincoln while I stare into my phone and I say I know oh I know while trying to find the specific filter that will make the sun’s near-flawless descent… Continue reading Hanif Willis-Abdurraqib
Well as, one judge said to the other, ‘Be just and if you can’t be just be arbitrary.’ Regret cannot observe customary obscenities. ― William S. Burroughs, Naked Lunch. (Grove Press; First Trade Paper Edition edition January 26, 2004) Originally published 1959.
Oh, dip my emptied life into that ocean, plunge it into the deepest fullness. Let me for once feel that lost sweet touch in the allness of the universe. — Rabindranath Tagore, from “Brink of Eternity,” Gitanjali: Song Offerings. (Digireads.com January 1, 2005) Originally published 1910.
Night is longing, longing, longing, beyond all endurance. — Henry Miller, Sexus. (The Rosy Crucifixion #1). Grove Press January 12, 1994) Originally published 1949.
But sorry is the heart that knows what’s round the bend. — D. A. Powell, from “The Bathers,” Project Muse Volume 38, Number 1, Spring 2012
Thoughts are the shadows of our feelings — always darker, emptier, simpler. — Friedrich Nietzsche, The Gay Science. (Vintage; 1 edition January 12, 1974) Originally published 1882.
And if all that is meaningless, I want to be cured Of a craving for something I cannot find And of the shame of never finding it. — T. S. Eliot, The Cocktail Party. (Faber & Faber; Main edition March 8, 1976) Premiered Edinburgh Festival, Edinburgh, Scotland August 22, 1949 & Broadway, Henry Miller’s Theatre,… Continue reading T.S. Eliot
…we are dying of cold, and not of darkness. – Miguel De Unamuno, “XI : The Practical Problem,” The Tragic Sense of Life. (Cosimo Classics December 1, 2005) Originally published January 1st 1900.
So I will lie beside you here unnamed until my hands recover from your skin. — John Burnside , from “De Humani Corporis Fabrica,” The Good Neighbour (Cape, 2005)
I have need of angels. Enough hell has swallowed me for too many years. But finally understand this–I have burned up one hundred thousand human lives already, from the strength of my pain. ― Antonin Artaud, Lettres à Génica Athanasiou. (Gallimard 1969 )