January 2012
22 posts
Jackson Hotel by Lynda Hull
Sometimes after hours of wine I can almost see
the night gliding in low off the harbor
down the long avenues of shop windows
past mannequins, perfect in their gestures.
I leave some water steaming on the gas ring
and sometimes I can slip from my body,
almost find the single word to prevent evenings
that absolve nothing, a winter lived alone
and cold. Rooms...
“The most outlandish people can be the stimulus for love … A most mediocre person...”
– Carson McCullers
December 2011
22 posts
“I discovered that I am tired of being a person. Not just tired of being the...”
– Susan Sontag (via deadlittledear)
Excerpt from "Misery and Splendor"
They are trying to become one creature,
and something will not have it. They are tender
with each other, afraid
their brief, sharp cries will reconcile them to the moment
when they fall away again. So they rub against each other,
their mouths dry, then wet, then dry.
They feel themselves at the center of a powerful
and baffled will. They feel
they are an almost animal
washed up on the...
November 2011
21 posts
“If what Proust says is true, that happiness is the absence of fever, then I will...”
– Anaïs Nin (via perid)