“The Liars’ Club”, A Memoir by Mary Karr
A Poet Reflects: “Ultimately, poetry is a search for the divine, the immortal.
“Ultimately, poetry is a search for the divine, the immortal. The great Mexican poet, Octavio Paz, writes in The Double Flame: ‘Eroticism is first and foremost a thirst for otherness. And the supernatural is the supreme otherness.’ This is perhaps the most noble aim of poetry, to attach ourselves to the world around us, to turn desire into love, to embrace, finally, what always evades us, what is always beyond, but what is always there—the unspoken, the spirit, the soul.”
—Richard Jackson, from “Eros and the Erotics of Writing” in Radiant Lyre: Essays on Lyric Poetry,edited by David Baker and Ann Townsend (Graywolf Press, 2007)
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The Beastie Boys fought and possibly died for my right to party.
—Sylvia Plath (via smotherings)
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When I run my hand across a page of poetry I do not want oil and onionskin, I do not want slick bullshit; I want my hand to come away with blood on it. And God damn you if you are otherwise.
—Charles Bukowski (via fleurishes)
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Mark Rothko, Entombment II, 1946
I feel as if I were a piece in a game of chess, when my opponent says of it: That piece cannot be moved.
—Søren Kierkegaard, Either/Or, trans. Alastair Hannay (via proustitute)
Djuna Barnes
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Sometimes I lie awake at night, and I ask, ‘Where have I gone wrong?’
Then a voice says to me, ‘This is going to take more than one night.’
—Charles M. Shulz (via girlwithoutwings)
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