I simply love that tinge of Botticellian pink, that raw rose about the lips, those wet, matted eyelashes… — Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita. (Olympia Press 1955)
The dreaming gives anxiety because it is lonely, ghostly, evanescent, unstable, fluid, but above all because it is lonely. No dream is shared. Reality is shared. People’s dreams can be similar but they do not create a human relationship by themselves. — Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 3: 1939-1944. (Mariner Books March… Continue reading Anaïs Nin
The sky creaks with the plumes of unread poets. — Anna Kamienska, from “In That Great River: A Notebook.” Poetry (June 1st, 2010)
I am thinking of aurochs and angels, the secret of durable pigments, prophetic sonnets, the refuge of art. And this is the only immortality you and I may share, my Lolita. —Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita. (Olympia Press 1955)
I feel an unhappiness which almost dismembers me, and at the same time am convinced of its necessity. ― Franz Kafka, Diaries of Franz Kafka. (Schocken October 30, 1988) Originally published 1949.
I don’t believe in the next world. The world is one. One reality. Death isn’t a gateway to the next world, maybe just the opening of blind eyes. – Anna Kamienska, from “Industrious Amazement: A Notebook,” Poetry, Mar2011, Vol. 197 Issue 6, p503.
Not only my house, the whole world is such a densely-packed trash heap of things and cultures. How to escape? Into death? But death has its own macabre and cowardly aesthetic—it threatens us with flowers and a tasteful tombstone. The dangerous passion for absolute purity. To evaporate with the atom. Wake up! — Anna Kamienska,… Continue reading Anna Kamienska