Listen— the mathematical equivalent of a woman’s beauty is directly relational to the amount or degree other women hate her. — Derrick Brown, from “The Kurosawa Champagne,” Greatest Slits, The Best Poems, Pre-2004. Release Date: February 14, 2005. Label: Write Bloody.
But the actual touch of her lingered, inside his heart. That remained. In all the years of his life ahead, the long years without her, with never seeing her or hearing from her or knowing anything about her, if she was alive or happy or dead or what, that touch stayed locked within him, sealed… Continue reading Philip K. Dick
To The Whore Who Took My Poems some say we should keep personal remorse from the poem, stay abstract, and there is some reason in this, but jezus; twelve poems gone and I don’t keep carbons and you have my paintings too, my best ones; its stifling: are you trying to crush me out like… Continue reading Charles Bukowski
Comparing what we’re looking for misses the point. It’s wanting to know that makes us matter. Otherwise we’re going out the way we came in. That’s why you can’t believe in the afterlife, Valentine. Believe in the after, by all means, but not the life. Believe in God, the soul, the spirit, the infinite, believe… Continue reading Tom Stoppard
Does the imagination dwell the most Upon a woman won or woman lost? If on the lost, admit you turned aside From a great labyrinth out of pride, … some silly over-subltle thought Or anything called conscience once; And that if memory recur, the sun’s Under eclipse and the day blotted out. — W. B.… Continue reading W. B. Yeats