The House Was Quiet and The World Was Calm The house was quiet and the world was calm. The reader became the book; and summer night Was like the conscious being of the book. The house was quiet and the world was calm. The words were spoken as if there was no book, Except that… Continue reading Wallace Stevens
When so many are lonely as seem to be lonely, it would be inexcusably selfish to be lonely alone. ― Tennessee Williams, Camino Real. (New Directions; 1 edition, January 17, 1970) Originally published 1948) Originally published 1948.
I need these dark waves pulsing in my sleep. How else make up for the pungency of that carnation’s breath freshened over us, night on night? Just to lie next to love was to have the garden in all its seasons. I see that now. Gently, and without the false lustre of pain meant to… Continue reading Tess Gallagher
I see that I’ve never told you how I listen to music—I gently rest my hand on the record player and my hand vibrates, sending waves through my whole body: and so I listen to the electricity of the vibrations, the last substratum of reality’s realm, and the world trembles inside my hands. Clarice Lispector,… Continue reading Clarice Lispector
It’s finally late enough that all sounds are the sounds of water. If you die tonight I’ll wash your feet. I’ll remove the batteries from the clocks. And the two moths that drown in the lakes of your eyes will manage the rest. — Michael McGriff, from “Invocation,” Home Burial (Copper Canyon Press, 2012)