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Hermann Hesse

“When someone is seeking,” said Siddartha, “It happens quite easily that he only sees the thing that he is seeking; that he is unable to find anything, unable to absorb anything, because he is only thinking of the thing he is seeking, because he has a goal, because he is obsessed with his goal. Seeking… Continue reading Hermann Hesse

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Charles Bukowski

I remembered my New Orleans days, living on two five-cent candy bars a day for weeks at a time in order to have leisure to write. But starvation, unfortunately, didn’t improve art. It only hindered it. A man’s soul was rooted in his stomach. A man could write much better after eating a porterhouse steak… Continue reading Charles Bukowski

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Mark Strand

To have loved the way it happens in the empty hours of late afternoon; to lean back and conceive of a journey leaving behind no trace of itself; to look out from the house and see a figure leaning forward as if into the wind although there is no wind; to see the hats of… Continue reading Mark Strand

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Sarah Kay

When I meet you, in that moment, I am no longer a part of your future. I start quickly becoming part of your past. But in that instant, I get to share your present, and you, you get to share mine. And that is the ultimate present. — Sarah Kay, from “Hiroshima,” No Matter the… Continue reading Sarah Kay

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Cal Bedient

my behindscenes beetle-on-its-back grief waves its arms                     digging a grave in the air. where did it come from?                    birth’s merelimbs? a mother’s grimace breaking the ice of her face? — Cal Bedient, from “White Snow Falling Without Wind,” Candy Necklace (Wesleyan University Press, 1997)

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