History is the fiction we invent to persuade ourselves that events are knowable and that life has order and direction. That’s why events are always reinterpreted when values change. We need new versions of history to allow for our current prejudices. ― Bill Watterson, Homicidal Psycho Jungle Cat. (Andrews McMeel Publishing; Possible First edition, September… Continue reading Bill Watterson
The Clitoris is 9 cm deep in the pelvis. Most of it scrunched & hidden. New studies show the shy curl to be longer than the penis, but like Africa, the continent, it is never drawn to size. Mapmakers, and others, who draw important things for a living, do not want us to know this.… Continue reading Nikky Finney
The tears of the world are a constant quantity. For each one who begins to weep somewhere else another stops. The same is true of the laugh. ― Samuel Beckett, Waiting for Godot. (Grove Press; 1 edition, May 17, 2011) Originally published 1952. Premiered 5 January 1953 at theThéâtre de Babylone, Paris France.
Hush, beloved. It doesn’t matter to me how many summers I live to return: this one summer we have entered eternity. — Louise Glück, from “The White Lilies,” The Wild Iris (Ecco, 1992)
In the final analysis, roses are nothing but tears. Nothing but the whistle of the leaving train and the breach of a promise. Sorrow, too, is nothing but an evening leaning on April. — Odysseus Elytis, from “Disappointment Below Zero,” Cards on the Table (1974) (collection of essays and letters, 1936-1974)
It’s eternity I want, Where all things are And always will be, Where I can hold my loves A little looser, — Carol Lynn Pearson, from “Optical Illusion,” Beginnings and Beyond. (Cedar Fort, October 1, 2005)
I hold this to be the highest task of a bond between two people: that each should stand guard over the solitude of the other. ― Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet. (Dover Publications May 8, 2002) Originally published 1929.