Paul Guest
Beside you I failed to dream of anything else. ― Paul Guest, My Index of Slightly Horrifying Knowledge. (Ecco; 1St Edition edition November 11, 2008)
Month: June 2022
Stevie Edwards
Let me be the exhale. The best wine.The wish on every eyelash. — Stevie Edwards, from “Offering,” Humanly. (Small Doggies Press March 17, 2015)Have I, have you, been too silent? Is there an easy crime of silence? ― Carl SandburgThe Tin Man Full of Bees
Evelyn Waugh
If you asked me now who I am, the only answer I could give with any certainty would be my name. For the rest: my loves, my hates, down even to my deepest desires, I can no longer say whether these emotions are my own, or stolen from those I once so desperately wished to… Continue reading Evelyn Waugh
Sarah Crossland
The Tin Man Full of Bees The spell erupts in wings— glass-backed, a crownish vellum, veins that tickleas they climb their way. They charge, these chevrons, motor-fuzzed, from the heart—or the chasm where the heart would be if I were made of meat instead of metal. I once loved a forest girl who kissed… Continue reading Sarah Crossland
Jonathan Safran Foer
If there is no love in the world, we will make a new world, and we will give it walls, and we will furnish it with soft, red interiors, from the inside out, and give it a knocker that resonates like a diamond falling to a jeweller’s felt so that we should never hear it.… Continue reading Jonathan Safran Foer
Tina Chang
…the one true blasphemy:Love and love and love and love andlove and love and love and love and loveand love and love and love and love andlove and love and love and love and loveand love and love and love and love andlove is crowding the street and needs only airand it lives, over there,… Continue reading Tina Chang
Oscar Wilde
Beauty is a form of Genius–is higher, indeed, than Genius, as it needs no explanation. It is one of the great facts of the world, like sunlight, or springtime, or the reflection in the dark waters of that silver shell we call the moon. It cannot be questioned. It has divine right of sovereignty. It… Continue reading Oscar Wilde
Charles Bukowski
there are worse thingsthan being alonebut it often takesdecades to realize thisand most often when you doit’s too lateand there’s nothing worsethan too late ― Charles Bukowski, “Oh Yes,” War All the Time. (Ecco; First Trade Edition edition June 5, 2002) Originally published June 5th 1984.
Arthur Rimbaud
He would say, ‘How funny it will all seem, all you’ve gone through, when I’m not here anymore, when you no longer feel my arms around your shoulders, nor my heart beneath you, nor this mouth on your eyes, because I will have to go away some day, far away…’ And in that instant I… Continue reading Arthur Rimbaud
Pablo Neruda
Fear envelops bones like new skin,envelops blood with night’s skin,the earth moves beneath the soles of the feet –it is not your hair but the terror in your head,like long hair made of vertical nails,and what you see are not shattered streets,but rather, within you, your own crushed walls,your frustrated infinity, again the city comescrashing… Continue reading Pablo Neruda
The Vale of Soul-Making 