Maybe it’s that life, at times, gets to you in a way that there’s really nothing more to say. — Alessandro Baricco, Silk (Vintage,1998)
I Want You to See I want you to see the hole in my shirt where your heart went through like a Colt 45, and opened a dream at the back of the neck. Here, let me unbutton it for you. Notice the ribs, those sweet things you loved, notice the insides, the parchment lampshades,… Continue reading Pier Giorgio di Cicco
I know myself insofar as I am inherent in time and in the world, that is, I know myself only in ambiguity. — Maurice Merleau-Ponty, The Phenomenology of Perception, translated by Colin Smit. (Routledge; 2 edition, May 5, 2002)
What I want you to see is that this is a love poem. It only exits if you see it that way. — Richard Jackson, from “Shorelines,” Body (June 8, 2012)
Beyond my anxiety, beyond this writing, the universe waits, inexhaustible, inviting. ― Jorge Luis Borges, A Personal Anthology. (Grove Press, January 14, 1994) Originally published 1961.
I don’t want to remember you as that four o’clock in the morning eight months long after you happened to me like a wrong number at midnight that blew up the phone bill to an astronomical unknown quantity in a foreign currency. — Marilyn Hacker, from “Nearly a Valediction,” in “Against Elegies,” Winter Numbers: Poems.… Continue reading Marilyn Hacker
For language to have meaning there must be intervals of silence somewhere, to divide word from word and utterance from utterance. He who retires into silence does not necessarily hate language. Perhaps it is love and respect for language which imposes silence upon him. — Thomas Merton, Disputed Questions. (Harvest Books; 1st Harvest/HBJ ed edition,… Continue reading Thomas Merton