I write because I passionately want to speak. Even though writing is only giving me the great measure of silence. — Clarice Lispector, Água Viva. (New Directions, June 13, 2012) Originally published August 1973.
Every poem sounds the same after a while. A gentle urge for you to understand without anybody forcing you to. Every poem is saying I love you I love you, I love you, I love you. Even when it only says This flower has bloomed, this sharp, red flower. This flower that eats me. —… Continue reading Emery Allen
“Sometimes I think I have always been sitting like this. I sometimes think I have always been sitting like this, alone by an indifferent fire, curtains closed, night, winter. — Harold Pinter, Family Voices: A Play for Radio. (Grove Pr; First Edition edition (November 1, 1981)