January 2012
20 posts
Early begun.
Further spun.
One day done.
– The Norns’ prophecy to Odin. (via aubade)
[From the unknown, a waiter appeared. He chirped and fluttered about them.]...
– Dorothy Parker, from “Dialogue at Three in the Morning” (via the-final-sentence)
Winter, as warming air blew through it,
Was over now; the days rushed by;
And...
– Eugene Onegin by Alexander Pushkin (trans. Stanley Mitchell) (via novazembla)
[From the unknown, a waiter appeared. He chirped and fluttered about them.]...
– Dorothy Parker, from “Dialogue at Three in the Morning”
As much as I am able, I promise the rifles are rusting.
– John Tranter, from The Museum.
I shall say that, if you save the letters of your youth, you will be able to...
– Machado de Assis, Epitaph of a Small Winner (1881).
The bird fights its way out of the egg. The egg is the world. Who would be born...
– Hermann Hesse, Demian, 1919 (via wonderfulambiguity)
Don’t repeat—your soul is rich—
That which has been said before,
But perhaps...
– Anna Akhmatova, from the Cycle “Secrets of the Crafts”, in The Complete Poems (translated by J. Hemschemeyer)
He felt now that he was not simply close to her, but that he did not know where...
– Leo Tolstoy
I loved my friend.
He went away from me.
There’s nothing more to say.
The...
– I Loved My Friend by Langston Hughes
If your Nerve, deny you—
Go above your Nerve—
– Dickinson (via leopoldgursky)
I turn a page
careful not to break the rhythms
of your sleeping head on my...
– Michael Ondaatje, from “The Diverse Causes” (via weissewiese)
December 2011
16 posts
Perhaps the hardest thing about losing a lover is
to watch the year repeat its...
– Anne Carson, from “The Glass Essay”
Every heart has its secret sorrows which the world knows not, and oftentimes we...
– Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
I will remember your small room, the feel of you, the light in the window, your...
– Charles Bukowski
Maybe they’re like plants they won’t really flourish unless you talk to them. I...
– Robert Doisneau, “Three Seconds of Eternity” (1980).
Only
the mouths
were saved. Hear us,
o sinking things.
-Paul Celan, from...
– via proustitute)
When he was four years old, he stood at the window during a thunderstorm. His father, a tailor, sat on the table sewing. He came up to his father and said, “I know what makes thunder: two clouds knock together.” When he was older, he recited well-known rants at parties. They all said that he would be a lawyer. At law school he won a prize for an essay. Afterwards, he became the...
The hunter’s belt is slung again,
and you are...
– Jake Adam York, from “Letter Broadcast into Space” (via proustitute)
November 2011
4 posts
Things have a way of disappearing that pleases the gods. You’d be mad to try and...
– Jeff Whitney, from “Everyone in Goya’s Black Paintings…” (via proustitute)
The yard of the New Station smells strongly of damp wood: tomorrow it will rain...
– Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea (thanks, thetenthunders)
October 2011
5 posts
1 tag
The word comes along out of the mountain every once in awhile to chill me.
– Emily Warn, from “The Word” (via weissewiese)
5 tags
For he comes, the human child,
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand...
– W. B. Yeats, from “The Stolen Child” (thanks, jenzhan)
1 tag
September 2011
27 posts
since the thing perhaps is
to eat flowers and not to be afraid
– e. e. cummings (via nocternity)
This is the problem with dealing with someone who is actually a good listener....
– Just Listen by Sarah Dessen (via crimsun)