May 2012
69 posts
“My resistance, then, to the ease (or the lack of imagination) of...”
– Nathanaël, At Alberta (BookThug, 2008) p. 45
“We look at each other; see that we do not know each other, stare, and go off....”
– Virginia Woolf, The Waves (via wingsforlashes)
“I stepped into the bookshop and breathed in that perfume of paper and magic that...”
– Carlos Ruiz Zafon (The Angel’s Game)
“Perhaps it will seem to you that the sunshine is brighter and that everything...”
– Vincent Van Gogh (via serendipitousromance)
POETRYEATER: Jack Gilbert, "The Forgotten Dialect... →
poetryeater:
How astonishing it is that language can almost mean, and frightening that it does not quite. Love, we say, God, we say, Rome and Michiko, we write, and the words get it all wrong. We say bread and it means according to which nation. French has no word for home, and we have no word for strict…
joylandpoetry.com →
Jason Camlot - Gehenna Is Not Hell
