Author: the art of poetry

“The music was more than music―at least what we are used to hearing. The music was feeling itself. The sound connected instantly with something deep and joyous. Those powerful moments of true knowledge that we have to paper over with daily life. The music tapped the back of our terrors, too. Things we’d lived through and didn’t want to ever repeat. Shredded imaginings, unadmitted longings, fear and also surprisingly pleasures. No, we can’t live at that pitch. But every so often something shatters like ice and we are in the river of our existence. We are aware. And this realization was in the music, somehow.”

Louise Erdrich, The Plague of Doves

“At some point, your memories, your stories, your adventures, will be the only things you’ll have left.”

Chuck Palahniuk, Choke

“At the moment, I think we each genuinely believed ourselves to be the protagonist, and the other a naive and pardonable walk-on whose role might even have a tragic end. Still, it was good to trade compassion in that large and chilly room, regardless if one of us, or perhaps both of us, would turn out to be mistaken.”

Susan Choi, My Education

“Life seems to go on without effort when I am filled with music.”

George Eliot, The Mill on the Floss

“My purpose is to explain, not the meaning of words, but the nature of things.”

Baruch Spinoza, Ethics

“And I will die, and you will die, and we all will die, and even the stars will fade out one after another in time.”

Jack Kerouac, Desolation Angels

“And lost in pleasure at her feet he sinks,
Touching with dazzled lips her starlight hand.”

John Keats, Endymion

“For, while the tale of how we suffer, and how we are delighted, and how we may triumph is never new, it always must be heard. There isn’t any other tale to tell, it’s the only light we’ve got in all this darkness.”

James Baldwin, Going to Meet the Man

“Sweet witch, you are my worried guide.”

Anne Sexton, The Division of Parts

“Sometimes I wonder why words can’t actually make us bleed.”

Swati Avasthi, Split