for the fifth time this month you say you’re going to leave him he calls you a cunt over the phone then walks the three miles to your house and kisses your mouth until the word is just a place on your body. i don’t know what brings broken people together maybe damage seeks out… Continue reading Warsan Shire
I like the stars. It’s the illusion of permanence, I think. I mean, they’re always flaring up and caving in and going out. But from here, I can pretend… I can pretend that things last. I can pretend that lives last longer than moments. Gods come, and gods go. Mortals flicker and flash and fade.… Continue reading Neil Gaiman
But my body was like a harp and her words and gestures were like fingers running upon the wires. — James Joyce, from “Araby,” Dubliners. (Grant Richards Ltd., London June 1914)
I’ve aimed no further than the soul’s automata, transcribed no more than the sorrow of adjustment aborted. I am a complete abyss. Those that believed me capable – of a sorrow complete, beautiful sorrow; an angst corporeal, replete; an angst that exists as objects, a luminous pestling – not a point — Ahren Warner, from “Nervometer,”… Continue reading Ahren Warner
O cloud-pale eyelids, dream-dimmed eyes, The poets labouring all their days To build a perfect beauty in rhyme Are overthrown by a woman’s gaze And by the unlabouring brood of the skies: And therefore my heart will bow, when dew Is dropping sleep, until God burn time, Before the unlabouring stars and you. — W.B. Yeats,… Continue reading W.B. Yeats
There are only three things to be done with a woman. You can love her, suffer for her, or turn her into literature. ― Lawrence Durrell, Justine. (Penguin; Reprint edition, July 12, 1991) Originally published 1957.
When the immense drugged universe explodes In a cascade of unendurable colour And leaves us gasping naked, This is no more than the ecstasy of chaos: Hold fast, with both hands, to that royal love Which alone, as we know certainly, restores Fragmentation into true being. ― Robert Graves, “Ecstasy of Chaos,” Poems 1965-1968. (Doubleday;… Continue reading Robert Graves