“Freezing rain. November is coming to an end. December ? Crimson. Genesis, quarantine, combustion. No leniency.”
— Christina Tudor-Sideri, from “Genesis, Quarantine, Combustion: Searching For The
Mechanism Of Leniency“
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Tag: words
To love another is something
like prayer and can’t be planned, you just fall
into its arms because your belief undoes your disbelief.
Anne Sexton, from Admonitions To A Special Person
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Anaïs Nin, Henry and June.
“Women learn to veil things. Who likes to look straight at real passion?”
— Anne Carson, excerpt of “Why I Wrote Two Plays about Phaidra, by Euripides”, in Grief Lessons (tr. by Anne Carson)
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At night, I woke to whisper: yes, we lived.
We lived, yes, don’t say it was a dream.
Ilya Kaminsky, from “Dancing in Odessa,” Dancing in Odessa (Tupelo Press, 2004)
“I prefer my dreams.”
— Anaïs Nin, from The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Volume IV (1944-1947)
I am irritated by my own writing. I am like a violinist whose ear is true, but whose fingers refuse to reproduce precisely the sound he hears within.
We could be two nervous creatures looking at each other.
We could hold November between us like a bedsheet to be folded.
Anna Kelley, “Winter Hymn” from Up the Staircase Quarterly (no. 39, 2017)
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