I Want To Say The Poet Is Never Afraid Because He Is Unceasingly Afraid, And Therefore Cannot Become
I want to say the poet is never afraid because he is unceasingly afraid, and therefore cannot become that which he already is
Mary Ruefle, On Fear
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the whole world around me expanding and contracting, visually and viscerally heaving.
- Heather Christle, The Crying Book
“I am the ocean; the earth; whatever dies for you.”
— Alice Notley, from In The Pines: Poems; “The Black Trailor (A Noir Fiction),” (via loveage-moondream)
“You want to know what it was like? It was like my whole life had a fever. Whole acres of me were on fire. The sun talked dirty in my ear all night. I couldn’t drive past a wheatfield without doing it violence. I couldn’t even look at a bridge. I used to go out in the brush sometimes, So far out there no one could hear me, And just burn. I felt all right then. I couldn’t hurt anyone else. I was just a pillar of fire. It wasn’t the burning so much as the loneliness. It wasn’t the loneliness so much as the fear of being alone. Christ look at you pouring from the rocks. You’re so cold you’re boiling over. You’ve got stars in your hair. I don’t want to be around you. I don’t want to drink you in. I want to walk into the heart of you And never walk back out.”
— Nico Alvarado, “Tim Riggins Speaks of Waterfalls” (via cannedheaven)
the body is and is and is and has no place to go.
Wisława Szymborska, Tortures tr. Regina Grol
Dip your hands into that dark and believe whatever you touch.
Garous Abdolmalekian, The Bird of Reconciliation tr. Ahmed Nadalizadeh and Idra Novey
We live by the waters breaking out of the heart.
Anne Carson, Kinds of Water
what I have done is risked everything for that hour, that hour in the black night, where one flashing light looks like love,
Ada Limón, Glow
You never refuse. You simply don't speak.
Alicja Rybałko, A Prayer for the Forbidden Fruit tr. Regina Grol
What sense is there in pain at all - however we contrive it for ourselves as we cast about for ways to bind up the wound between us and God?
Anne Carson, Kinds of Water
Not to act in this tragedy, but to live
Alicja Rybałko, Curriculum Vitae tr. Regina Grol
