And Then It Was Less Bleak Because We Said So Today there has been so much talk of things exploding into other things, so much that we all become curious, that we all run outside into the hot streets and hug. Romance is a grotto of eager stones anticipating light, or a girl whose teeth… Continue reading Wendy Xu
The heart of another is a dark forest, always, no matter how close it has been to one’s own. – Willa Cather
Tomorrow, if we should drift apart, I shall find you by this picture. — John Balaban, from “The Painting,” Ca Dao Vietnam: Vietnamese Folk Poetry. Translated by John Balaban. (Copper Canyon Press 2003)
My thoughts wear me out. — Marguerite Duras, Destroy, She Said. (Grove Press; 1st edition January 18, 1994) Originally published 1969.
Soar, eat ether, see what has never been seen; depart, be lost, But climb. — Edna St. Vincent Millay, from “One Thought in Harness,” Saturday Evening Post;2/24/1934, Vol. 206 Issue 35, p23.
Many years later, as he faced the firing squad, Colonel Aureliano Buendía was to remember that distant afternoon when his father took him to discover ice. ― Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude. (Harper; 1st edition June 24, 2003) Originally published June 1st 1967.
I would have killed myself gladly that time any possible way. Now there are these veils, shimmering like curtains, the diaphanous satins of a January window white as babies’ bedding and glittering with dead breath. O ivory! — Sylvia Plath, from “A Birthday Present,” Ariel. (Harper & Row 1966)