Mortal standing on top of the earth, refusing to enter the earth: you tell yourself you are able to see deeply the conflicts of which you are made but, facing death, you will not dig deeply—if you sense that pity engulfs you, you are not delusional: not all pity descends from higher to lesser, some arises out of the earth itself, persistent yet devoid of coercion. We can be split in two, but...
a little longing goes away
What then is truth? A mobile army of metaphors, metonyms, and anthropomorphisms...– ‘On truth and lie in an extra-moral sense,’ The Viking Portable Nietzsche, p.46-7, Walter Kaufmann transl.
Truth in Poetry
A metaphor is not a metaphor — it’s a truth. In fact,the truth is not the truth unless it fits into a metaphor. A truth is not the truth unless it is a lie.
I usually find myself among strangers because I drift here and there trying to...– F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby (via bookmania)
How we need another soul to cling to, another body to keep us warm. To rest and...– Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via lavandula)
The Lost Hotels of Paris
The Lord gives everything and charges by taking it back. What a bargain. Like being young for a while. We are allowed to visit hearts of women, to go into their bodies so we feel no longer alone. We are permitted romantic love with it’s bounty and half-life of two years. It is right to mourn for the small hotels of Paris that used to be when we used to be. My mansard looking down...
I learn a great deal by merely observing you, and letting you talk as long as...– T.S. Eliot
Doubles by Charles Simic →
In my youth, women often took me aside And told me I reminded them of A dead brother, an uncle, a late lover. Some of them wore beards. One lay with slashed wrists in a tub. Another of my doubles had gone for a walk And never came back from the woods. It was evening; it was long ago,…
that awkward moment when you realize the kid in the row in front of you watching midget porn on his laptop isn’t even in this class
We cannot tell the precise moment when friendship is formed. As in filling a...– Montag, Fahrenheit 451 (via 12ozmouse)
I desire the things which will destroy me in the end.– Sylvia Plath