And if now by the flashlight of the mind I was to look for you, conjure you as I have come to know you, you would split into a thousand points of memory, disjointed bits unable to cohere. But if I sweep these aside and wait in the rich, silent dark, and listen, forgetting what… Continue reading Jacques Coetzee
There are a million ways to bleed. But you are by far my favourite. — Iain S. Thomas, I Wrote This For You. (Central Avenue Publishing, October 24, 2017)
What I remember of the day: soft rain; and the touch of our fingertips’ shy coupling… and the sweet intimacy of our pilgrimage over broken ground and the way you listened with your body leaning into my voice and hearing so deeply far deeper than words the tender heart-beat of unspoken things. — Barbara Grenfell… Continue reading Barbara Grenfell Fairhead
Sometimes you have to cross the boundaries of Death in order to discover the meaning of Life. ― B. G. Bowers, Death and Life. (PaperFields Press; Revised edition, December 21, 2014)
But most of all, as summer slanted to an end, he was learning to love idleness… — J. M. Coetzee, Life and Times of Michael K. (Vintage Books, March 28, 2005) Originally published 1983,
When all else fails, philosophize. ― J. M. Coetzee, Disgrace. (Penguin Books; Reissue edition September 6, 2005) Originally published July 1st 1999.
I’m a candle flame that sways in currents of air you can’t see. You need to be the one who steadies me to burn. — Nadine Gordimer, The House Gun. (Trafalgar Square; First Edition edition February 18, 1999)