December 2011
15 posts
Knowing your own darkness is the best method for dealing with the darknesses of...
– C.G. Jung (via misswallflower)
I’ve dreamed a lot. I’m tired now from dreaming but not tired of dreaming. No...
– Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet (via suzywire)
Perhaps I am no one.
True, I have a body
and I cannot escape from it.
I would...
– Anne Sexton (via quercetum)
1 tag
Fundamentally, I started writing to save my life. Yes, my own life first. I see...
– Cherríe Moraga (via muxersita)(via unicornology)
I made a list of things I have
to remember and a list
of things I want to...
– Linda Pastan, Lists (via wwnorton)
There must be those among whom we can sit down and weep and still be counted as...
– Adrienne Rich (bone-map via mkarmstr)
Emotions, in my experience, aren’t covered by single words. I don’t believe in...
– Jeffrey Eugenides
(aeloquence via thechaotic)
On the other hand I have, for my own projected works and ideas, only the...
– Frank O’Hara, from Early Writings, journal entry dated 10/29/48
that brief gesture!
(via buongiorno)
I know now that it’s not about fame or glory or all the things I used to dream...
– Chekhov, The Seagull (via leopoldgursky)
When I knocked the coffee cup
from its ledge, and it broke
into the shower,...
– Karen Schubert, Breaking (via grammatolatry)
The thing is, it’s patriarchy that says men are stupid and monolithic and...
– On claiming to be a stupid man who doesn’t know anything « Zero at the Bone
(via ladyatheist)
I have tried to write Paradise
Do not move
Let the wind speak...
– From The Cantos, CXX
Ezra Pound
(via words-in-lines)
November 2011
33 posts
tell me your secrets: There is a secret bond... →
aeloquence:
There is a secret bond between slowness and memory, between speed and forgetting. Consider this utterly commonplace situation: a man is walking down the street. At a certain moment, he tries to recall something, but the recollection escapes him. Automatically he slows down. Meanwhile, a person who…
Faeries, come take me out of this dull world, For I would ride with you
upon...
– William Butler Yeats, The Land of Heart’s Desire (via pluuie)
Fill yourself up with the forsythias
and when the lilacs flower, stir them in...
– Last Spring by Gottfried Benn (via growing-orbits)
He’s not a poet, but
I can tell from the way that he
traced the curve of my...
– 30, Shinji Moon (via clavicola)
Women who are too sexual aren’t taken seriously, and women who aren’t sexual...
– Greta Christina (via earlyfrost)
I know I am a fool, hoping dirt and glory are both a kind of luminous paint; the...
– Jeanette Winterson, from “Gut Symmetries” (via airwalker)
Put your thoughts to sleep.
do not let them cast a shadow
over the moon of...
– Rumi (via ratak-monodosico)
1 tag
I got tired, I told him. Not worn out, but worn through. Like one of those wives...
– Jonathan Safran Foer
(coldandpale)
1 tag
What better occupation, really, than to spend the evening at the fireside with a...
– Gustave Flaubert (via whiskey river)
Amazingly, I can look back
fifty years. And there, at the end of the gaze,
a...
–
Louise Glück, “Birthday” (The Seven Ages, Ecco, 2001)
mythologyofblue:
There is a pause always around the word heart, the history of leaving, the small right-angled scars of loss.
-Sue Goyette, from “October, An Elegy”
For beauty is a sequence of hypotheses which ugliness cuts short when it bars...
– Marcel Proust, À l’ombre des jeunes filles en fleurs, trans. Moncrieff and Kilmartin (via proustitute)
Most mornings you were in the sink. A feeling resulting from a lack of interest....
– Madison Langston, excerpt from It Becomes The Love You Take (via holdonmagnolia)
She was ready to deny the existence of space and time rather than admit that...
– Simone de Beauvoir (via audreylostinparis)
You owe reality nothing and the truth about your feelings everything.
– Richard Hugo (via fuckyeahexistentialism)
The lover’s solitude is not a solitude of person (love confides, speaks, tells...
– Roland Barthes, A Lover’s Discourse: Fragments, trans. Richard Howard (via proustitute)
Everywhere people are mad for miracles.
They search their coffee cups, dunk...
– The Religion of Birds by Megan O’Reilly Green (via grammatolatry)
For the first time in years the tears were streaming down his face. But they...
– Winter Dreams, F. Scott Fitzgerald (via milkwoods)
Look at me across the sea, for I go radiant, look at me across the night through...
– Pablo Neruda, The Captain’s Verses (via atramentum)
Why do you weep? Did you think I was immortal?
– Louis XIV (via lungsattachedbywires)
And Dante said angels have no need of memory for they have continuous...
– Rosmarie Waldrop, from Blindsight (via proustitute)
Sometimes I dream a sentence and write it down. It’s usually nonsense, but...
– Anne Carson (via davidbarrie)
She dropped her shyness like a nightgown, and in the liquid glare of sunlight on...
– Gregory Maguire (via misswallflower)
October 2011
75 posts
Some people turn sad awfully young,” he said. “No special reason, it seems, but...
– Ray Bradbury, Dandelion Wine (via munstersandghosts)
Don’t tell me you’ve never dreamed of this –
of waking in a room with a wide...
– As I Walked Out by Esther Morgan (via growing-orbits)