When You’re Not Here and When You Are Waking early, alone, I crave the ripening hay in your field, the smell of weeds tangled in brine, and along the inland road, honeysuckle, sharp as juice sucked from raw crabs by the cove. Oh, the fine wet inside of your flowers in your field after rain.… Continue reading Carole Glasser Langille
It is not good for man to cherish a solitary ambition. Unless there be those around him, by whose example he may regulate himself, his thoughts, desires, and hopes will become extravagant, and he the semblance, perhaps the reality, of a madman. ― Nathaniel Hawthorne, from “The Prophetic Pictures,” Twice-Told Tales. (Palala Press September 21,… Continue reading Nathaniel Hawthorne
Yet when we came back, late, from the hyacinth garden, Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither Living nor dead, and I knew nothing, Looking into the heart of light, the silence. — T.S. Eliot, from “The Waste Land,” The Waste Land and Other… Continue reading T.S. Eliot
I would rather be a superb meteor, every atom of me in magnificent glow, than a sleepy and permanent planet. I will not waste my days trying to prolong them. I will use my time. — Jack London
I know falling to my knees still means something. The basin of cool water still answers the moon. Here you are. Here you have always been. — Wendy Xu, from “Auditorium Poem,” You Are Not Dead. (Cleveland State University Press Poetry Center 2013)
The fuckers. There, I feel better. God-damned human race. There, I feel better. ― Charles Bukowski, The Captain is Out to Lunch and the Sailors Have Taken Over. (Ecco; 1st edition May 31, 2002) Originally published 1998.
Life, friends, is boring. We must not say so. After all, the sky flashes, the great sea yearns, we ourselves flash and yearn, and moreover my mother told me as a boy (repeatingly) ‘Ever to confess you’re bored means you have no Inner Resources.’ I conclude now I have no … Continue reading John Berryman