April 2013
That which is known has value only by virtue of the dark. This cannot be...
– William Carlos Williams
March 2013
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I have an endless scream in me…
– Rainer Maria Rilke
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Could it think, the heart would stop beating.
– Fernando Pessoa
February 2013
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There’s a beast
on the margin of my dream, a frothing white thing
eager to...
– Claire Keyes
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The true genius shudders at incompleteness - and usually prefers silence to...
– Edgar Allan Poe
I have lived on the lip
of insanity, wanting to know reasons,
knocking on a...
– Rumi
January 2013
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There’s a tyranny of language in my fluted bones.
– Yusef Komunyakaa
I craved him constantly, so deeply it was a physical ache
– Friedrich Nietzsche (via nirvikalpa)
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The more you erase me, the more I feel myself disappear.
If I respect myself and believe in what I’m doing, no one can touch me.
– Fiona Apple (via nirvikalpa)
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Dissolving the body is a simple trick. Ring a low circle of candles about the...
– Danielle Vogel, Clasp
Am I “distant”? I would not say so. I suppose I am cleverly untouched. Most...
– Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry dated 20 March 1933. (via dwales)
… everything
is wrapped silently in the snow’s winding sheet,
I hear—long,...
– Angelos Sikelianos, from “Dionysus Encradled,” trans. Edmund Keeley and Philip Sherrard (thanks, modernworldlit) (via proustitute)
elvedon asked: I fall in love while reading your words, if ever you create a book of all your words, I would love to have a copy xx (I hope you are well and are enjoying some nice chamomile tea)
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observe / the tilt of the sun / as it pauses to collect its sighs
Plans for winter break include drawing, painting, and taking more photos of the moon
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My heart is a thousand years old. I am not like other people.
– Charles Bukowski
December 2012
You look like a winter night,
(…) I could sleep inside the cold of you.
– Catherynne Valente, Deathless (via shesinacoma)
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Often —and in my inmost self perhaps all the time — I doubt whether I am a human...
– Franz Kafka
I am half agony, half hope.
– Jane Austen. (via mirroir)
lilacboudoirs asked: Your blog is positively perfect! Do you have any favorite writers?
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A clutch of syllables tied with white string…
A humming through in...
– Danielle Vogel, Clasp
… everything
is wrapped silently in the snow’s winding sheet,
I hear—long,...
– Angelos Sikelianos, from “Dionysus Encradled,” trans. Edmund Keeley and Philip Sherrard (thanks, modernworldlit) (via proustitute)
November 2012
The only escape, I think, is to work the mind.
– Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry dated 11 March 1930. (via dwales)
What if some night Cassiopeia
fell apart,
splashed down like water?
What...
– Lynne Knight, from “Against Order” (via mirroir)
October 2012
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The wind is the moon’s imagination wandering.
– Saul Williams
The night alone understands you.
Our disrespect for thinking: someone sitting in a chair, gazing out of a window...
– Alain de Botton (via dwales)
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If I never see you again I will always carry you inside outside on my fingertips...
– Charles Bukowski
cleveralice asked: your blog is so wonderful, I'm overwhelmed
The sun turns like a pinwheel. It counts
its radiant, radioactive petals,...
– Oni Buchanan, from “The Sun Turns Like a Pinwheel” (via proustitute)
The mathematician is only complete in so far as he feels within himself the...
– Goethe
lenenuphar asked: I just wanted to say that your blog is very beautiful. I love it! Do you study astronomy or something like that? You seem pretty smart. Love, xx
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I do not know more than the sea tells me…
…[the] repeated spell
...
– Robert Duncan, Achilles Song
There’s a whisper on the night-wind, there’s a star agleam to guide us,
And...
– Robert Service, from “The Call of the Wild” (via dwales)
September 2012
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Night outside. Inside, lack of air, the flame consumed.
What darkness always...
– Edmond Jabes, Elya
Since
it is not permitted
to dissect human beings I have
in fact nothing to...
– Anne Carson, from “Freud (1st Draft)” in Men in the Off Hours (via proustitute)
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What matters is the telepathic stream, uniting writer and reader in a state of...
– Daniel Albright, Quantum Poetics
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Like two negative numbers multiplied by rain…
– Jane Hirshfield