You smell of absence
Alone you gave birth to yourself
Vasko Popa
Etikett: quote
“Now I am surely becoming an incurable romantic.”
— Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals; p. 51
“There is a knife which I do not forget.”
— Antonin Artaud, tr. by Helen Weaver, from “Manifesto in Clear Language,”
She was too exhausted to plunge into life;
Ingeborg Bachmann, from Three Paths to the Lake; “Problems, Problems,”
“In photographs, she looked different, focused, animated. In person she was thin, dreamy, as full of odd angles as a Picasso mademoiselle.”
— Janet Fitch, White Oleander.
Save her, save her, save her. Save her from herself,
Zinaida Nikolaevna Gippius, from a diary entry written c. March 1917
Remember who you are, Lady of Melancholy, of phases and crescents, Lady of long litanies of mists, Lady of waters.
Zbigniew Herbert, from “The King of the Ants: Mythological Essays,” c. 1999
“Bewildered, burning with love, mad with sadness,”
— Arthur Rimbaud, from Selected Poems & Prose; “The Impossible,”
I know. I’m very hard to talk to. I realize that.
J.D. Salinger
I will cut adrift—I will sit on pavements and drink coffee—I will dream; I will take my mind out of its iron cage and let it swim—this fine October.
Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry c. October 1927 featured in “Diaries,”
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