I confess that I am often lost in all the dimensions of time, that the past sometimes feels nearer than the present and I often fear the future has already happened. – Deborah Levy, Hot Milk. (Bloomsbury USA; First Edition edition, July 12, 2016) Advertisements
I am worn out with dreams; — W. B. Yeats, from “Men Improve with the Years,” The Wild Swans At Coole. (Kessinger Publishing, LLC, June 17, 2004) Originally published 1919.
We term sleep a death … by which we may be literally said to die daily; in fine, so like death, I dare not trust it without my prayers. — Thomas Browne
I am tired of tears and laughter, And men that laugh and weep; Of what may come hereafter For men that sow to reap: I am weary of days and hours, Blown buds of barren flowers, Desires and dreams and powers And everything but sleep. — Algernon Charles Swinburne, from “The Garden of Proserpine,” Poems… Continue reading Algernon Charles Swinburne
Tell me what is there, what is there about you that so satisfies me when I touch you? — Mina Loy, from “Pazzarella,” Stories and Essays of Mina Loy (Dalkey Archive Press, 2011)
Closure is a greasy little word which, moreover, describes a nonexistent condition. The truth, Venus, is that nobody gets over anything. — Martin Amis, House of Meetings. (Knopf; First Edition edition, January 16, 2007)
If the lost word is lost, if the spent word is spent If the unheard, unspoken Word is unspoken, unheard; Still is the unspoken word, the Word unheard, The Word without a word, the Word within The world and for the world; And the light shone in darkness and Against the Word the unstilled world… Continue reading T. S. Eliot