"Some people underestimate how erotic it is to be understood."
-Mary Rakow (via belle-de-nuit)
(Source: kitty-en-classe, via awriterandnothingelse)
"This is a poem about rain,
not you,
so you will forgive me
if I only refer to you in the oblique,
fleetingly,
between the L-shaped sounds
of water,
shadowy places,
and a cerise sky.
Sometimes,
when the night is deep
you are out on the streets
and I’m waiting for sleep,
I send out rain
to follow you,
lopsidedly, as if a kind
ghost, as if through an
hourglass
you were seeing
sand at a slant.
So if I open the window a little,
swaying against glass,
test the air
for a possibility of rain,
perhaps you will forget
how, sometimes,
rain is complicated,
rain can break you if it wants.
Who knew, one night
rain under streetlamps
would aspire to the condition
of glow-worms?
This rain is a letter,
how it pulses through,
angling words
out of the slow scent of raw earth,
sudden lights.
But this poem is rain,
on you."
"There is a time for departure even when there’s no certain place to go."
-Tennessee Williams (via true-i-talk-of-dreams)
(via faulknerandfieldnotes)
"
With what stillness at last
you appear in the valley
your first sunlight reaching down
to touch the tips of a few
high leaves that do not stir
as though they had not noticed
and did not know you at all
then the voice of a dove calls
from far away in itself
to the hush of the morning
so this is the sound of you
here and now whether or not
anyone hears it this is
where we have come with our age
our knowledge such as it is
and our hopes such as they are
invisible before us
untouched and still possible
-W. S. Merwin, “To the New Year” (via litverve)
"there were people who did not exist at all (…) and others who existed rather too much. The barman, for instance. (…) he was rather too much the barman, manipulating his shaker, opening it, and tipping yellow froth into glasses with slightly superfluous precision: he was impersonating a barman. (…) ‘Perhaps it’s inevitable; perhaps one has to choose between being nothing at all, or impersonating what one is."
-The Age of Reason, Jean Paul Sartre (via mrmersault)
(via fuckyeahexistentialism)
"He who can no longer pause to wonder and stand rapt in awe, is as good as dead; his eyes are closed."
-Albert Einstein (via sisyphean-revolt)
(Source: larmoyante, via sisyphean-revolt)
"…One might indeed consider that the appropriate form of address between man and man ought to be, not monsieur, sir, but fellow sufferer, compagnon de misères. However strange this may sound it corresponds to the nature of the case, makes us see other men in a true light and reminds us of what are the most necessary of all things: tolerance, patience, forbearance and charity, which each of us needs and which each of us therefore owes."
-Arthur Schopenhauer (via sisyphean-revolt)
"Physicists are made of atoms. A physicist is an attempt by an atom to understand itself."
-Michio Kaku (via kampfgruppe)
(via awriterandnothingelse)