Emptying Town I want to erase your footprints from my walls. Each pillow is thick with your reasons. Omens fill the sidewalk below my window: a woman in a party hat, clinging to a tin-foil balloon. Shadows creep slowly across the tar, someone yells, “Stop!” and I close my eyes. I can’t watch as this… Continue reading Nick Flynn
Nothingness is a sigh of eternity, a casual avowal of the infinite. — Edmond Jabès, The Book of Resemblances. (Wesleyan April 1, 1990)
I talk to myself like this. Saying the names of things — capstan, hawser, loam, leaf, furnace. Your face, your mouth, your shoulder inconceivable to me now! Where did they go? It’s like I dreamed them. The stones we brought home from the beach lie face up on the windowsill, cooling. Come home. Do you… Continue reading Raymond Carver
Do not ignore it. Fuck it. Cry your heart out. Then fuck it some more. — Charles Bukowski, Selected Letters Volume 4: 1987-1994. (Virgin Books January 6, 2005)
If I were another I would have belonged to the road, neither you nor I would return. Awaken the guitar and we might sense the unknown and the route that tempts the traveler to test gravity. I am only my steps, and you are both my compass and my chasm. If I were another on… Continue reading Mahmoud Darwish
So this was how you died; in whispers that you did not hear. — Ernest Hemingway, from “The Snows of Kilimanjaro,” The Complete Short Stories. (Scribner; Finca Vig Ia Ed edition August 3, 1998) Originally published 1946.
I have understood: the tree must be wounded so that the scion should find its own place, understood: the tree must be wounded to let life seep through; understood: I must open myself— (my life’s frontiers shift so that what is not mine becomes mine. And should they not shift so that mine becomes not… Continue reading Pope John Paul II