When there is love, the world is conquered by lovers. All the better for us: we are enriched by their radiance. Their happiness makes the air purer. A poem incarnate. It is beyond criticism. It defies explanation. That defiance is the nature of the poem. — Édouard Boubat, Notebooks, 1998
No one is anyone, one single immortal man is all men. Like Cornelius Agrippa, I am god, I am hero, I am philosopher, I am demon and I am world, which is a tedious way of saying that I do not exist. — Jorge Luis Borges, “The Immortal,” Labyrinths: Selected Stories & Other Writings. (New… Continue reading Jorge Luis Borges
I’m going to smile, and my smile will sink down into your pupils, and heaven knows what it will become. — Jean-Paul Sartre, No Exit and Three Other Plays. (Vintage; Reissue edition, October 23, 1989) Originally published 1947.
The clouds go on breathing. They go on gathering cold rain, and drawing with chalk. — Loueva Smith, from “Clouds Live Forever,” Vanishing Points: Poems and Photographs of Texas Roadside Memorials, ed. Sarah Cortez (Texas Review Press, 2016)
[Give] me leave to forget you, darling, so I can be a man again. Instead of the empty flapping of a large bird’s wings. — Sarah Cortez, from “Orpheus Speaks,” Vanishing Points: Poems and Photographs of Texas Roadside Memorials, ed. Sarah Cortez (Texas Review Press, 2016)
It is the artist who is truthful, while the photographer is mendacious; for, in reality, time never stops cold. — Auguste Rodin
Desire is… Desire is the glow of bathing lunatics. Starlight is the liquid used to power a whispering machine. Humming is the music of a forest moving in unison with your eyes. * A slip of the tongue and the hummingbird’s empty throne make the acquaintance of the word frenzy, which in turn adopts the… Continue reading J. Karl Bogartte