“ Don't you know no one can escapethe power of creatures reaching outwith breath alone? ”
One should write only those books from whose absence one suffers. In short: the ones you want on your own desk.
~ Marina Tsvetaeva
I opened my veins. Unstoppablylife spurts out with no remedy.Now I set out bowls and plates.Every bowl will be shallow.Every plate will be small.And overflowing their rims,into the black earth, to nourishthe rushes unstoppablywithout cure, gushespoetry ...
There are books so alive that you're always afraid that while you weren't reading, the book has gone and changed, has shifted like a river; while you went on living, it went on living too, and like a river moved on and moved away. No one has stepped twice into the same river. But did anyone ever step twice into the same book?
Wings are freedom only when they are wide open in flight. On one's back they are a heavy weight.
