Cormac McCarthy
I believe that we are arks of the covenant and our true nature is not rage or deceit or terror or logic or craft or even sorrow. It is longing. — Cormac McCarthy, Whales and Men. Unpublished screenplay.
Category: Unpublished
Brennan Sprague
Flash aimed at the soul; camera arrowedinto a vista of dark trees. And the lightreveals nothing—only a gnawingstrangeness. And it’s hard to see,and the grief is so arcane it seemsit existed since the crush of the first ocean’sfirst wave, and so new, it seems it’s readyto burst from the earth readyto devour all of time… Continue reading Brennan Sprague
E.E. Cummings
if you like my poems let themwalk in the evening,a little behind you then people will say“Along this road i saw a princess passon her way to meet her lover (it wastoward nightfall) with tall and ignorant servants. — E.E. Cummings, “if you like my poems let them,” Etcetera: The Unpublished Poems of E.E. Cummings.… Continue reading E.E. Cummings
E.E. Cummings
You are tired, (I think) Of the always puzzle of living and doing; And so am I. — E.E. Cummings, from “[You are tired],” Etcetera: The Unpublished Poems of E.E. Cummings. (Liveright February 5, 2001)
E.E. Cummings
You Are Tired (I Think) You are tired, (I think) Of the always puzzle of living and doing; And so am I. Come with me, then, And we’ll leave it far and far away— (Only you and I, understand!) You have played, (I think) And broke the toys you were fondest of, And are a… Continue reading E.E. Cummings
E.E. Cummings
But I come with a dream in my eyes tonight, And I knock with a rose at the hopeless gate of your heart– Open to me! For I will show you the places nobody knows, And, if you like, The perfect places of Sleep. — E.E. Cummings, from “You Are Tired (I Think),” Etcetera: The… Continue reading E.E. Cummings
The Vale of Soul-Making 