A savage desire for strong emotions and sensations burns inside me: a rage against this soft-tinted, shallow, standardized and sterilized life, and a mad craving to smash something up, a department store, say, or a cathedral, or myself.
Steppenwolf // Hermann Hesse
Hope is definitely not the same thing as optimism. It is not the conviction that something will turn out well, but the certainty that something makes sense, regardless of how it turns out.
// Václav Havel
Drunk on gin, high on euphoria, eyes
Closing as ice plays cacophonous
Applause on the sides of
Your glass, your hand coming unglued
Tentatively touching forbidden neck
Leaving apologetic drips of water on
Collarbones, bleeding down skin until it hits
My chest as you hold your
Breath – somehow this moment
Means more than the rest
3AM Thoughts // AKA “With Best Intentions, Against Better Judgement.”
I slept with him and stole
His photos – he saw them reproduced and
Blamed me for
Appropriating his intellect, claimed
I had stolen his essence; scorned me for being
Devoid of ethics.
I sent him a reply months later by post
Asking him why he abhorred my actions of
Deceit when he had so adored the
Same insidiousness between sheets.
3AM Thoughts // AKA “The Hypocrisy of Men.”
Regenerative experiences: Plunge into the sea. The sun. An old city. Silence.
// Susan Sontag
It is all happening, here and now, the past is waiting for me, it has the blue colour of her eyes.
// Bo Carpelan
I regard and respect the genuinely human, living with nature — not going against nature — as refinement. I ask, what most makes me a human being.
// Vincent van Gogh
I row my beautiful, temporary body through this water-lily world.
// Mary Oliver
At bottom, you see, you are the only thing that counts for me,
for you are everything – beauty, love, poetry … in a word, life.
// Guillaume Apollinaire, from a letter to Madeleine Pagès
I waited for you calmly, with infinite patience.
I waited for you hungrily, just short of desperate.
When you came I knew that desperate was unattractive.
I was calm, no one wants the kind of calm I was.
It tried your patience, it made you hungry for a man
who was hungry. I am that man, I said,
but I said it calmly. My body was an ache, a silence.
It could not affirm how long it had waited for you.
The Waiting // Stephen Dunn