February 2012
10 posts
I am a man: little do I last and the night is enormous. But I look up: the stars write. Unknowing I understand: I too am written, and at this very moment someone spells me out. Homage to Claudio Ptolemy by Octavio Paz
“She said she meant
that friends are like magic tricks
but love is genuinely...”
– Catie Rosemurgy
“And she wanted for a moment to hold and devour him, wanted his mouth, his ears,...”
– F. Scott Fitzgerald
I understand only this: It is lonely in a place that can burn so fast.
We want so much, When perhaps we live best In the spaces between loves, That unconscious roving, The heart its own rough animal.
A Hunger So Honed by Tracy K. Smith
“Everything I’ve ever let go of has claw marks on it.”
– David Foster Wallace
“Oh, darling, you will be good to me, won’t you? Because we’re going to have a...”
– Ernest Hemingway