Category: love

“We’re all adults here—we all know the score. We know what they do to people like me and my mom, to paradoxical hybrids of arrogant narcissism and vulnerable naïveté. We know what happens to unreconstructed surrealist militants. Tortured. Marked for assassination. Imagine what awaits me out there.”

Mark Leyner, Gone with the Mind

“No land was ever acquired honestly in the history of the earth.”

Philipp Meyer, The Son

“If you’re in pitch blackness, all you can do is sit tight until your eyes get used to the dark.”

Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

“Probably human cruelty is fixed and eternal. Only styles change.”

Martin Amis, Time’s Arrow

monarch butterfly 

i felt the sparks
like waves
washing against my core

white and black checkerboard
covering every wall

and i saw dying stars
inside of your eyes about to explode

like supernovas

shattering galactical landscapes
carving highways of carbon for
new life to emerge

i’m in a vortex of spiraling
prismatic colors

being sucked by gravity
into the black shadow
of oblivion

an empty background

devoid of planets, stars, solar
systems, galaxies, and beyond

devoid of time and space

devoid of the concept of devoid

but strangely i’m conscious of
every single big bang that ever exploded

like a mere single heartbeat of existence

strangely conscious of
every single universe that ever formed

every single star that ever imploded

every single lifeform that ever developed

every single life that ever lived

every single thought that was ever thought

and strangely, i’m conscious of
the entire history of existence
with it’s most minute details

in a single thought

“Above the keyhole the door has a latch. It is pretending to be an authentic old latch. The door is pretending to be an authentic old door. Maybe everything there is isn’t authentic any more. Maybe everything there is is a kind of pretending.”

Ali Smith, The Accidental

“Each time he took a walk, he felt as though he were leaving himself behind, and by giving himself up to the movement of the streets, by reducing himself to a seeing eye, he was able to escape the obligation to think, and this, more than anything else, brought him a measure of peace, a salutary emptiness within… By wandering aimlessly, all places became equal and it no longer mattered where he was. On his best walks he was able to feel that he was nowhere. And this, finally was all he ever asked of things: to be nowhere.”

Paul Auster, The New York Trilogy



I’ve followed ghosts, far too long.

with their dead libraries haunting
my thoughts.  almost trapped in
my astral body, caught in a dark
fog broken by the fire wall surr-
ounding our solar system.

i was looking for freedom
beyond death.  past the moon-
saturn matrix trap of reincarnation.

i was saved by the fallen ones,
almost burned by those who claimed
they were pure.  i won’t stop searching
for home far in the stars, far away from

and when i do,
I’ll take you with me.  

“It is not the intensity but the duration of pain that breaks the will to resist.”

William S. Burroughs, Naked Lunch

“Everything people did seemed so silly, because they only died in the end.”

Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar