If I string the night between two fence posts, one side heaven and one side hell, if I stand in the middle of the field with a bottle of wine, human and raging, my friends will still hang from the line like the earth’s dirty laundry, my feet just sinking in the mud that is… Continue reading Stevie Edwards
A measure of aloofness is allure. — Charlotte Rampling
All day I’ve built a lifetime and now the sun sinks to undo it. — Anne Sexton, from “The Fury of Sunsets,” The Complete Poems: Anne Sexton (Houghton Mifflin, 1981)
If you don’t know where you are currently standing, you’re dead. ― Samuel Beckett, Happy Days. (Faber & Faber; New Impression edition, 1987) Originally published 1960.