January 2012
98 posts
“How can I tell
If I shall ever love you again
As I do now?”
– William Carlos Williams, from “A Love Song” (via proustitute)
“Open your mouth only if what you are going to say is more beautiful than...”
– Arabic proverb (via warriorsrise)
“The days grow and the stars cross over
And my wild bed turns slowly among the...”
– Muriel Rukeyser, “Darkness Music” (via awritersruminations)
“We’ll know as children again all that we are
destined to know, that the water...”
– Jim Harrison, from ‘Death Again’ (via the-final-sentence)
“Maybe I am a monster, after all.”
– Mohsin Hamid, from Moth Smoke (thanks, crushingustin)
All it took was a casual comment from someone I...
“…I give you the mausoleum of all hope and desire…I give it to you not that you...”
– William Faulkner (via thewildernessunderground)
“I wanted not so much to say as be said to—roaring sonar… elastic alphabet…...”
– Aaron Shurin, from “In the Dome” in Citizen (via proustitute)
“How rare, two lovers scribbling away,
admiring each other’s words in privacy.”
– Maxine Kumin, from “Sonnets Uncorseted” (via proustitute)
“[Suddenly I had the feeling that everything was as it should be and nothing...”
– Hanif Kureishi, from Intimacy (via blogut)
“[There is a globe welling up inside of me.
Mountain ranges ridging my skin,...”
– Catherine Pierce, from “Because I’ll Never Swim in Every Ocean” (via the-final-sentence)
“We all do things we desperately wish we could undo. Those regrets just become...”
– Libba Bray (via infinitives)
Type-Thoughts (writing tumblr) →
daily thoughts from my typewriter.
“My confession is acknowledged between the palms of my hands.”
– Péter Nádas, Love, trans. Imre Goldstein (via proustitute)
“awkwardly we bump into stars
we see nothing we hear nothing
we beat with our...”
– Zbigniew Herbert, from “First the Dog,” trans. Czeslaw Milosz and Peter Dale Scott (via proustitute)
“And I don’t want to write any more letters. What’s the use of telling someone...”
– Rainer Maria Rilke (via thechocolatebrigade)
“Perhaps the earth can teach us
as when everything seems dead
and later proves...”
– Pablo Neruda, from “Keeping Quiet,” trans. Alastair Reid (via proustitute)
“[And even the most solid of things and the most real, the best-loved and the...”
– Jeanette Winterson, Sexing the Cherry (via the-final-sentence)
“[A soft light rising above the level meadow,
behind the bed. He takes her in...”
– Louise Glück, from “A Myth of Devotion” (via the-final-sentence) 