December 2011
29 posts
“I often used to dream about you — vivid dreams with clear-cut stories. In these...”
– Haruki Murakami, The Wind-up Bird Chronicle
“Even a map cannot show you
the way back to a place
that no longer exists.”
– Sandra M. Castillo, from “Christmas, 1970”
“I’ve never written, though I thought I wrote, never loved, though I thought I...”
– Marguerite Duras (via ignify)
“Of everything I’ve seen, it’s you I want to go on seeing. Of everything I’ve...”
– Pablo Neruda (via mcqueenadillo)
“Today I found a scrap of paper
where you’d scrawled your name.
I hate the...”
– Charles Jensen, excerpt from Debts (via holdonmagnolia)
Richard Siken, "Detail of the Woods"
poetryeater:
I looked at all the trees and didn’t know what to do.
A box made out of leaves. What else was in the woods? A heart, closing. Nevertheless.
Everyone needs a place. It shouldn’t be inside of someone else. I kept my mind on the moon. Cold moon, long nights moon.
From the landscape: a sense of scale. From the dead: a sense of scale.
I turned my back on the story. I sense of...
“I closed the box and put it in a closet. There is no real way to deal with...”
– Joan Didion
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“I look back over what I’ve written and I know it’s wrong, not because of what...”
– Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin (via unicornology)