“ Her dark hair was scattered and its beauty stung his eyes like smoke and ate into his heart. ”
You and I, it's as though we have been taught to kiss in heaven and sent down to earth together, to see if we know what we were taught.
~ Boris Pasternak
The great majority of us are required to live a constant, systematic duplicity. Your health is bound to be affected by it if, day after day, you say the opposite of what you feel, you grovel before what you dislike and rejoice at what bring brings you nothing but misfortune. Our nervous system isn’t just a fiction, it’s part of our physical body, and our soul exists in space and is inside us, like teeth in our mouth. It can’t be forever violated with impunity.
Poetry is a rich, full-bodied whistle, cracked ice crunching in pails, the night that numbs the leaf, the duel of two nightingales, the sweet pea that has run wild, Creation's tears in shoulder blades.
Literature is the art of discovering something extraordinary about ordinary people, and saying with ordinary words something extraordinary.
