No one invents an absence: Cadmium yellow, duckweed, the capercaillie —see how...– John Burnside, “Si Dieu n’existait pas” (via whiskey river)
Draw a window on the wall to remind you of the moonlight that soaks the walls...– Yoko Ono
I am indefectibly myself, and it is in this that I am mad: I am mad because I...– Roland Barthes, A Lover’s Discourse: Fragments, trans. Richard Howard (via proustitute)
… of golden figures that breathe like mountains do and...– Joanne Kyger, from “September” (via proustitute)
Beyond the traceries of the auroras, The fires of tattered sea foam, The...– Eric Pankey, from “Epitaph” (via proustitute)
I would rather be ashes than dust. I would rather be a superb meteor, every atom...– Jack London
I need to start drawing/painting again, really, really soon. I’m aching for it. It’s so hard to make time. I also need to swim with whales, now.
We exist with a wind whispering inside and our moon flexing. Amid the ducts,...– Jack Gilbert
My wall glows of moonlight; glass hearts have fatal smiles.
Such a deep silence surrounds me, that I think I hear moonbeams striking on the...– Lucian Blaga
The old night resumes her skies, Her hollow hiding-place of clouds and stars,...– Victor Hugo
I truly cannot stand 95 percent of humans.
Spending the night with algebra
Sleep-pieces, wedges driven into nowhere: we remain constant, steered round,...– Paul Celan, from Glottal Stop, trans. Nikolai Popov and Heather McHugh (via proustitute)
I keep the subject of my inquiry constantly before me, and wait till the first...– Isaac Newton
Think of nothings. Think of the wind.– Truman Capote (via palpability)
Above us, stars. Beneath us, constellations. Five billion miles away, a galaxy...– Ted Kooser, “Flying at Night” (via bookoasis)
Night is the insane asylum of the plants.– Raúl Zurita
sharpsharpteeth: Explosion is a beautiful word and a very big one. Later I learned others, words that you can whisper only when you’re alone. Inexorable. Ornamentation. Profile. Catastrophic. Electrical. District Nurse. they get bigger and bigger if you say them over and over again. You whisper and whisper and let the world grow until nothing exists except the word. -Sculptor’s Daughter by Tove...
We met on the edge of night, crawling between the light of the stars and moon…
He is thinking about asymmetry. This is a world, he is thinking, where you can...– Paul Murray (via atomos)
Because the moon feels loved, she lets our eyes follow her across the field,...– Anne Michaels, from: “Skin Divers” (via pattiocleavis)
Nothing can swallow fear neck and crop like a big theatre in a strange city,...– Fredrik Sjöberg
Yet no matter how deeply I go down into myself my God is dark, like a webbing...– Rainer Maria Rilke
It’s not all bad. Heightened self-consciousness, apartness, an inability to join...– Stephen Fry
… and between us every elegy, all the fallen language that couldn’t hold its...– Brian Teare, from “Eden Tiresias” (via proustitute)