In Memory of My Feelings My quietness has a man in it, he is transparent and he carries me quietly, like a gondola, through the streets. He has several likenesses, like stars and years, like numerals. My quietness has a number of naked selves, so many pistols I have borrowed to protect myselves from creatures… Continue reading Frank O’Hara
Tonight, only memories are my company and my grace. / How nice if they could outlive us. — Charles Wright, from “Grace II,” Caribou: Poems (Farrar, Straus, & Giroux, 2014)
Our hands flap for beauty like bats off at sunset. Our hands live in caves made to fumble along the dark for a different beauty. It flies away. — Landis Everson, from “Side Two of Side One,” Everything Preserved (Graywolf Press, 2006)
It’s hard as hell to hold on to your dignity when the risen sun is too bright in your losing eyes. ― John Green, The Fault in Our Stars. (Dutton Books January 10, 2012)
I carry death in my left pocket. Sometimes I take it out and talk to it: “Hello, baby, how you doing? When you coming for me? I’ll be ready. — Charles Bukowski, The captain is out to lunch and the sailors have taken over the ship. Illustrated by Robert Crumb. (Ecco; 1st edition May 31,… Continue reading Charles Bukowski
We made in those days tiny identical rooms inside our bodies which the men who uncover our graves will find in a thousand years, shining and whole. — Donald Hall, from “Gold,” Old and New Poems by Donald Hall. (Ticknor & Fields; First Edition edition July 23, 1990)
This is your life and it’s ending one minute at a time. ― Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club. Publisher: W. W. Norton (October 17, 2005)
