Sometimes, I feel like I’m not solid. I’m hollow; there’s nothing behind my eyes. I’m a negative of a person. It is as if I never thought anything, never wrote anything, never felt anything. All I want is blackness. Blackness and silence. — Gwyneth Paltrow [Sylvia Plath] Sylvia (2003) Written by John Brownlow. Directed by… Continue reading Gwyneth Paltrow
Everything will go—the afternoon, the sun, life:evil, which cannot be undone, will prevail.Only you will stay, inseparablesister of the twilight of my life. — Pablo Neruda, The Complete Memoirs: Expanded Edition Edition ( Farrar, Straus and Giroux, 2021)
It is late now, I am a bit tired; the sky is irritated by stars. And I love you, I love you, I love you – and perhaps this is how the whole enormous world, shining all over, can be created – out of five vowels and three consonants. —Vladimir Nabokov, Letters to Véra. (Penguin… Continue reading Vladimir Nabokov
There’s a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are messengers of overwhelming grief … and unspeakable love. — Washington Irving
Poetry is the journal of the sea animal living on land, wanting to fly in the air. Poetry is a search for syllables to shoot at the barriers of the unknown and the unknowable. Poetry is a phantom script telling how rainbows are made and why they go away. ― Carl Sandburg
All the secrets of the world are contained in books. Read at your own risk. ― Lemony Snicket
The Vale of Soul-Making 