Sirs, I have tested your machine. It adds a new terror to life and makes death a long-felt want.
I’ve had it with all stingy-hearted sons of bitches. A heart is to be spent.
And the words we find are always insufficient, like love, though they are often lovely and all we have.
What feeling feels like over time. An attempt to screw up what feeling feels like over time. Heartbreak and a high C. . . . The often welcome melodic lie. . . . The soul's undersong. The orchestration of randomness, a flirtation with the boundaries of silence and space. . . . a reminder that the self wants to disappear, be taken away from itself and returned.
I wrote poetry for seven or eight years, maybe longer, before I could say I was a poet. If people asked, I'd say I wrote poetry; I wouldn't go further. I was in my mid- to late-thirties before I felt that I was a poet, which I think meant that I had begun to embody my poems in some way. I wasn't just a writer of them. Hard to say what, as a poet, my place in the world is. Some place probably between recognition and neglect.
There are always the simple events of your life that you might try to convert into legend.
Altruism is for those who can't endure their desires. There's a world as ambiguous as a moan, a pleasure moan our earnest neighbors might think a crime. It's where we could live. I'll say I love you, Which will lead, of course, to disappointment, but those words unsaid poison every next moment. I will try to disappoint you better than anyone else has. --Mon Semblable
Whenever the current of money is forcibly stopped, and when money is prevented from settling at its just level, there are no limits to the possible variations of the exchange.
The one thing that unites Sunni, Shiites and Kurds is they want the Americans out.
The kid who is scared is the one the bullies go after. I used to get beat up pretty badly.
In order to keep the lamp burning you have to keep putting the oil in it.