I suppose there’s always something out there that we want to torture ourselves with. — Charles Bukowski, The Captain is Out to Lunch and the Sailors Have Taken Over The Ship. (Ecco; 1st edition May 31, 2002) Originally published 1998.
In you alone I have found the same swelling of enthusiasm, the same quick rising of the blood, the fullness… Before, I almost used to think there was something wrong. Everybody else seemed to have the brakes on… I never feel the brakes. I overflow. And when I feel your excitement about life flaring, next… Continue reading Anaïs Nin
Dying Is an art, like everything else. I do it exceptionally well. I do it so it feels like hell. I do it so it feels real. I guess you could say I’ve a call. — Sylvia Plath, from “Lady Lazarus,” Collected Poems (HarperCollins Publishers Inc, 1992)
The fuckers. There, I feel better. God-damned human race. There, I feel better. ― Charles Bukowski, The Captain is Out to Lunch and the Sailors Have Taken Over. (Ecco; 1st edition May 31, 2002) Originally published 1998.
Life, friends, is boring. We must not say so. After all, the sky flashes, the great sea yearns, we ourselves flash and yearn, and moreover my mother told me as a boy (repeatingly) ‘Ever to confess you’re bored means you have no Inner Resources.’ I conclude now I have no … Continue reading John Berryman
One thing I know about death is that it touches my psyche and mumbles in her magnificently unknown words; it floats within me and wanders through my bones every day. — Anne Sexton, Anne Sexton: A Self-Portrait in Letters. Edited by Lois Ames. (Mariner Books October 1, 2004) Originally published January 1st 1977.
The mind I love must have wild places, a tangled orchard where dark damsons drop in the heavy grass, an overgrown little wood, the chance of a snake or two, a pool that nobody’s fathomed the depth of, and paths threaded with flowers planted by the mind. ― Katherine Mansfield, from “Cultivated Minds,” Journal Of… Continue reading Katherine Mansfield