February 2012
1 post
January 2012
9 posts
“Oh, I bite, I bite on life like a sharp apple. Playing it like a fish, I am happy. And what is happy? It is a going always on. There is something better to be done than I have done, and spurred by the fair delusion of progress, I will seek to progress, to whip myself on, to more and more - to learning. Always.”
- Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
The night was heady and frosty. There was no wind and the air was cold and still. The stars were brilliant and hung low in the sky. There were so many stars that their light made the sky a deep cobalt blue. There wasn’t a moon but the starlight served better than moonlight. Francie stood on tiptoe and stretched her arms wide. “Oh, I want to hold it all!” she cried....
December 2011
3 posts
November 2011
2 posts
I did not know what to say to him. I felt awkward and blundering. I did not know how I could reach him, where I could overtake him and go on hand in hand with him once more.
It is such a secret place, the land of tears.
- Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince
October 2011
11 posts
Exile
Mathematicians still don’t understand the ball our hands made, or how your electrocuted grandparents made it possible for you to light my cigarettes with your eyes. It isn’t as simple as me climbing into the window to leave six ounces of orange juice and a doughnut by the bed, or me becoming the sand you dug your toes in, on the beach, when you wished to hide them from the sun and the...
When I hold you in this night-soaked bed, it is courage for the day I seek. Courage that when the light comes I will turn towards it. It couldn’t be simpler. It couldn’t be harder. In this little night-covered world with you, I hope to find what I long for; a clue, a map, a bird flying south, and when the light comes we will get dressed together and go.
- Jeanette...
September 2011
7 posts
2 tags
“Love is a child six thousand years old.”
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- Victor Hugo, Les Misérables
“However, he who says light does not, necessarily, say joy. People suffer in the...”
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- Victor Hugo, Les Misérables
August 2011
12 posts
“One day, tens of millions of years from now, someone will find me rusted into...”
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- Jeanette Winterson, The Stone Gods
What was it about this unlovable century that convinced us we were, despite everything, eminently lovable as a people, as a species? What made us think that anyone who fails to love us is damaged, lacking, malfunctioning in some way? And particularly if they replace us with a god, or a weeping madonna, or the face of Christ in a ciabatta roll - then we call them crazy. Deluded. Regressive. We...
July 2011
14 posts
aetiology-:
“My Vampire Heart” - Tom...
“…it’s time for the day to be over. We throw our parties; we abandon our families to live alone in Canada; we struggle to write books that do not change the world, despite our gifts and our unstinting efforts, our most extravagant hopes. We live our lives, do whatever we do, and then we sleep - it’s as simple and ordinary as that. A few jump out of windows or drown themselves or take...