the suicide kid I went to the worst of bars hoping to get killed. but all I could do was to get drunk again. worse, the bar patrons even ended up liking me. there I was trying to get pushed over the dark edge and I ended up with free drinks while somewhere else some… Continue reading Charles Bukowski
Let them think what they liked, but I didn’t mean to drown myself. I meant to swim till I sank — but that’s not the same thing. ― Joseph Conrad, from “The Secret Sharer,” The Secret Sharer and other stories. (Phoenix (an Imprint of The Orion Publishing Group Ltd), May 6, 1999) Originally published 1909.
Sometimes hope (ever more distant) spreads her long branches in the wind, — Roberto Sosa, from “Tegucigalpa,” Return of the River (Curbstone Books, 2001)
The field cannot be well seen from within the field. — Ralph Waldo Emerson, Essays: IX. Circles (1841)
… I’d like to live with you In some small town, In never-ending twilight … — Marina Tsvetaeva, from “We Shall Not Escape Hell,” Selected Poetry, trans. Elaine Feinstein (Oxford University Press, 1971)