March 2012
1 post
February 2012
3 posts
January 2012
13 posts
“A man says yes without knowing,
how to decide even what the question is,
and...”
– Pablo Neruda
“Give the world the best you have and it may never be enough. Give your best...”
– Mother Teresa
I wish I hadn’t been told this. But I’m going to try to believe that you meant everything you said to me that day, and not the things I’m being told which contradict that. I never thought you’d speak about me that way.
It may not seem like it, but I’m having a hard time. It hurts to hear that you might not think the best of me anymore.
It may surprise you, but...
December 2011
7 posts
“You know, sometimes all you need is twenty seconds of insane courage. Just literally twenty seconds of just embarassing bravery. And I promise you, something great will come of it.”
princessnutmeg:
- We Bought a Zoo
“Don’t allow your wounds to transform you into someone you are not.”
– Paulo Coehlo
October 2011
2 posts
“I can write the saddest lines tonight.
Write for example: ‘The night is...”
– Pablo Neruda
“Love Sonnet XI
I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
Silent and...”
– Pablo Neruda
July 2011
2 posts
“A mature person is one who does not think only in absolutes, who is able to be...”
– Eleanor Roosevelt
October 2010
1 post
August 2010
1 post
“A few will never give up on you. When you go back out on the field, those are...”
– Coach Taylor
July 2010
1 post
May 2010
2 posts
“Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters...”
– Kahlil Gibran (via mypostmodernlife)
“…and the girls now gone who once
claimed your substance
hang like broken...”
– evening class, 20 years later by Charles Bukowski
April 2010
6 posts
The Country North of Belleville by Al Purdy
Bush land scrub land — Cashel Township and Wollaston Elvezir McClure and Dungannon green lands of Weslemkoon Lake where a man might have some opinion of what beauty is and none deny him for miles — Yet this is the country of defeat where Sisyphus rolls a big stone year after year up the ancient hills picnicking glaciers have left...
Varieties of Exile by Mavis Gallant
For the second chapter the plot allowed a choice of six crimes as reasons for banishment: Conflict over the choice of a profession—the son wants to be a tap-dancer. Gambling and debts—he has been banned from Monte Carlo. Dud cheques—‘I won’t press a charge, sir, but see that the young rascal is kept out of harm’s way.’ Marriage with a girl from the wrong...
Varieties of Exile by Mavis Gallant
In the third summer of the war I began to meet refugees. …They came straight out of the twilit Socialist-literary landscape of my reading and my desires. I saw them as prophets of a promised social order that was to consist of justice, equality, art, personal relations, courage, generosity. Each of them…was a book I tried to read from start to finish. My dictionaries were films, poems,...
“Sensitive and high strung, hot-blooded, quick-fisted.”
– As For Me and My House by Sinclair Ross
As For Me and My House by Sinclair Ross
When I touched his arm he swung round almost angrily, then took my hand and turned again to look through the window at the ugly little roofs of Horizon.
I glanced up and saw a twitch to his lips. There were lines around his mouth that made him seem spent, almost broken. His hand stayed quick and strong on mine as if he wanted me there - as if he were trying to tell me so.
It was more of him than...
“Like bodies we die, like rivers we dry
We fuel and recharge the chimers and...”
– Julian Casablancas
March 2010
12 posts
“My queen! my mistress!
O lady, weep no more, lest I give cause
To be suspected...”
– Cymbeline
“Today, I got a fortune cookie. It said, “Help! I am stuck in a fortune...”
– MyLifeIsAverage.com
“It was a singularly mixed world, composed of all the talents, and tarnished by...”
– Nana by Émile Zola
“[T]he text is…what secures the guarantee of the written object, bringing...”
– Roland Barthes
“I want that slow, sure collapse of language / Washed out by alcohol. Lovely...”
– George Elliott Clarke
“For there’s nothing I will not force language / To do to make us one...”
– George Elliott Clarke
“You hung the moon backwards, crooned crooked poems / That no voice could...”
– George Elliott Clarke
“They suspect that X will arrive shortly, after five years of exile, to court...”
– George Elliott Clarke
“Alas, poor country!
Almost afraid to know itself. It cannot
Be called our...”
– Ross, from Macbeth IV.iii
“Though all things foul would wear the brows of grace, / Yet grace must still...”
– Malcolm, from Macbeth IV.iii