in radiant in night long morphic sheenand tears the tomb of your infinity. — Georges Bataille, from “Je revais de toucher” in “5 poems,” Hyperion: On the Future of Aesthetics, a web publication of The Nietzsche Circle: http://www.nietzschecircle.com, Volume III, issue 4, December 2008
There is a time in every man’s education when he arrives at the conviction that envy is ignorance; that imitation is suicide; that he must take himself for better, for worse, as his portion; that though the wide universe is full of good, no kernel of nourishing corn can come to him but through his… Continue reading Ralph Waldo Emerson
The poet must not only write the poem but must scrutinize the world intensely, or anyway that part of the world he or she has taken for subject. If the poem is thin, it is likely so not because the poet does not know enough words, but because he or she has not stood long… Continue reading Mary Oliver
Might I but through my prison once a day behold this maid. All corners else o’ th’ earth Let liberty make use of; space enough Have I in such a prison.” —William Shakespeare, The Tempest: Act I Scene ii
The Vale of Soul-Making 