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)
These words will ultimately end up being the barest of reflections, devoid of the sensations words cannot convoy. Trying to write about love is ultimately like trying to have a dictionary represent life. No matter how many words there are, there will never be enough. ― David Levithan, The Lover’s Dictionary (Farrar, Straus and Giroux,… Continue reading David Levithan
sonnet, n. (NOTE ON THE LEAP: How rough and worn the weight of flight — the soul, when gathered, forms its own twinned claw and wing, each severed arc, the nape — all grown inside the body, left. Alone with loss, life rises: emblazoned air, trembling star of made faith. The fall that forms in… Continue reading David Levithan