But I don’t want comfort. I want God, I want poetry, I want real danger, I want freedom, I want goodness. I want sin. ― Aldous Huxley, Brave New World. (Harper Perennial Modern Classics 1998) Originally published 1932.
I carry myself out into the rainswept blur. I lift my pleasant voice over the coming flood. I have nothing to do that I’m going to do. I keep meaning to purchase a dog. I keep waiting to email you back. When I see you again will I know who you are? Once I wove… Continue reading Michael Dumanis
A kind of light spread out from her. And everything changed color. And the world opened out. And a day was good to awaken to. And there were no limits to anything. And the people of the world were good and handsome. And I was not afraid any more. — John Steinbeck, East of Eden.… Continue reading John Steinbeck
When Someone Says I Love You the whole room fills up with iced tea, something gives: the sun peels from your window, a sugared lemon, whole, flaming, hanging there. You tell them they must: puncture your chest with a straw to suck all the empty out, but because they say love they think they can’t… Continue reading Karyna McGlynn
Overhead the birds are calling, their cries seeming to fill the air. As I watch, they rise, flinging their bodies against the sky, intent upon the moment, spinning and turning like embers or smoke upon the air. I envy them, this life of theirs, the way they live so free of themselves, they are without… Continue reading James Bradley
The night I fell in love with you I lost my watch: stripping off at the sea’s edge, it fell into the dark as I swam out into a night thick with stars, with fisherman calling from one lit boat to another of their catches and harbours, leaving for the dawn. Imagine it now, plunged… Continue reading Sarah Maguire
At times I suffer from the strangest sense of detachment from myself and the world around me; I seem to watch it all from the outside, from somewhere inconceivably remote, out of time, out of space, out of the stress and tragedy of it all. — H. G. Wells, War Of The Worlds. (Modern Library;… Continue reading H. G. Wells
You who knew always where your love was going, today you stay on your rock as petrified as it is and I in my skiff frozen with love up to my neck wanting nothing more to do with love, I close my eyes on you entirely you standing motionless among the gulls, you whom I… Continue reading Rachida Madani