You’ll be working in groups. — Satan Advertisements
Whatever is language is poetic language and if the word required by the poet does not exist in his known language then it is up to him to discover it. ― Lenore Kandel, Collected Poems of Lenore Kandel. (North Atlantic Books; First Edition edition, April 10, 2012)
For Marcia I want your hair to cover me with maps of new places, so everywhere I go will be as beautiful as your hair. — Richard Brautigan, “Map Shower,” The Pill Versus the Springhill Mine Disaster. (Dell Pub Co; Reissue edition, June 1969) Originally published 1968.
Don’t be a cunt. — Buddha (c. 563 BCE/480 BCE – c. 483 BCE/400 BCE)
metamorphosis, n.: Love turns us into winged creatures, venturing in ways we never could have conceived in our crawling days. — David Levithan, A Lover’s Dictionary. (Farrar, Straus and Giroux; First Edition (1 in number line) edition January 4, 2011)
It is raining today in the mountains. It is a warm green rain with love in its pockets for spring is here, and does not dream of death. — Richard Brautigan, from “The Return of the Rivers,” The Return of the Rivers. (Inferno Press May 1957 )
Beautiful, sobbing high-geared fucking and then to lie silently like deer tracks in the freshly-fallen snow beside the one you love. That’s all. — Richard Brautigan, “Deer Tracks,” Rommel Drives On Deep into Egypt. (Delacorte Pr January 1979)