O dark gate, O dark hour of death, Come forth, So I can recover from this life’s emptiness, And go home to my own dreams. — Hermann Hesse, “Childhood” (1915) Found in New Selected Poems of T Byron Kelly. (Universe, December 3, 2009) Advertisements
If we were on the right road, having to leave it would mean endless despair. But we are on a road that only leads to a second one and then to a third one and so forth. And the real highway will not be sighted for a long, long time, perhaps never. So we drift… Continue reading Franz Kafka
Wandering creates the desert. – Edmond Jabès, quoted in A Nomad Poetics: Essays. Written by Pierre Joris. (Wesleyan November 5, 2003)
The wind is us – it gathers and remembers all our voices, then sends them talking and telling through the leaves and the fields. — Truman Capote, Truman Capote and the Legacy of “In Cold Blood,” by Ralph F. Voss. (University Alabama Press; 3rd ed. edition March 15, 2015) Originally published January 1st 2011.
You see, I am a poet, and not quite right in the head, darling. It’s only that. — in a letter to her mother as to why she must live alone. Savage Beauty: The Life of Edna St. Vincent Millay by Nancy Milford. (Random House Trade Paperbacks; Reprint edition September 10, 2002)
We are nihilistic thoughts, suicidal thoughts that come into God’s head. — Franz Kafka, quoted in Walter Benjamin’s Selected Writings. (Belknap Press; First Edition edition December 1, 1996)
Love is not consolation, it is a light. — Simone Weil; as quoted in Simone Weil (1954) by Eric Walter Frederick Tomlin, p. 47. Often attributed to Friedrich Nietzsche though I could not substantiate it.
