Sunday, December 3, 2017

"This is why blind Orpheus praises love and why love gouges out our eyes and why all lovers smell their way to Dover. That is why innocence has so much to account for, why Venus appears least saintly in the attitudes of shame. This is lost children and the deep sweetness of the pulp, a blue thrumming at the formed bone, river, flame, quicksilver. It is not the fire we hunger for and not the ash. It is the still hour, a deer come slowly to the creek at dusk, the table set for abstinence, windows full of flowers like summer in the provinces vanishing when the moon’s half-face pallor rises on the dark flax line of the hills."

-Robert Hass

Sunday, November 26, 2017

"The importance of touch is that it places you. It is the medium of the articulation of a relationship. Touch yields two different senses–that of connection and that of separateness. It makes for a sense of oneness … as well as for a sense of difference. One thing is sure: if we are not touched, we might begin to suspect that we are not here."

- Kathleen Woodword, from Aging and its Discontents (Indiana University Press, 1991)

Wednesday, November 1, 2017

"— for love like mine can never be gotten over."

-Edgar Allan Poe

Tuesday, October 17, 2017

"You loved a man who treated you like absinthe, half poison and half god."

-Clementine von Radics

Thursday, September 14, 2017

"Do you lose your temper easily? I don’t on the whole, but when I do, I really feel closer to God than at other times."

Franz Kafka

Wednesday, September 13, 2017

"She glows. 
Her heavy strands of black hair slide / Like serpents over somber, blood-red plush. / She stands there as a rose within the night. / The dark-red rose so deep within the night."

Gertrud Kolmar

Saturday, August 19, 2017

“I HAVE A FANTASY DREAM PERSON. He’s a writer—a novelist. He dresses like a writer would, with cozy clothes. And he works out every day. He’s fit. He can walk for miles and he’s not vain. He absolutely adores me. He’s really pleased that I like traveling and gallivanting too. See, he doesn’t like going out; he can’t because he has to write all the time. When I come in at 2 AM and I’m really drunk, he makes sure that I get to bed (he was still up, working of course). He makes sure I have a glass of water and some aspirin. Then when I dream and wake up in the middle of the night, he writes down my dream so I don’t forget it. In the morning, he wakes me up and asks me, “So what happened last night? Did you have a good time?” And I tell him what happened.“

-Tracey Emin

Wednesday, August 16, 2017

"For women who are tied to the moon, love alone is not enough. We insist each day wrap it’s knuckles through our heart strings and pull. The lows, the joy, the poetry. We dance at the edge of a cliff. You have fallen off. So it goes. You will climb up again."

-Letter from Anaïs Nin to Clementine Von Radics

Thursday, August 10, 2017

I won’t budge on wanting love:
human touch: not everything
has to be profitable.

-Jenny Zhang

Detachment as a bold act of self-protection.