There are metaphors…

There are metaphors more real than the people who walk in the street. There are images tucked away in books that live more vividly than many men and women. There are phrases from literary works that have a positively human personality. There are passages from my own writing that chill me with fright, so distinctly do I feel them as people, so sharply outlined do they appear against the walls of my room, at night, in shadows….. I’ve written sentences whose sound, read out loud or silently (impossible to hide their sound), can only be of something that acquired absolute exteriority and a full-fledged soul.

Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet (via artemisdreaming)

Sor Juana Inés de la Cruz

“Oh, where did you discover
so neat a tactic, Phyllis:
denying to disdain
the garb of affection?

To live unobserved
by your eyes, I now go
where never pain of mine
need flatter your disdain.”

Sor Juana Inés de la Cruz,

(the 17th century Mexican nun who was one of the greatest poets and intellectuals of the American continent. She created the most renowned salon of her time from behind the bars of her cloistered cell. And in that cell she studied science and philosophy, wrote poems, plays and music and championed women’s right to intellectual and spiritual freedom. In the end, after resisting valiantly for over twenty years, she was silenced by the Inquisition.)

Surreptitious Kissing – Denis Johnson

by Denis Johnson

I want to say that
forgiveness keeps on

dividing, that hope
gives issue to hope,

and more, but of course I
am saying what is

said when in this dark
hallway one encounters

you, and paws and
assaults you—love

affairs, fast lies—and you
say it back and we

blunder deeper, as would
any pair of loosed

marionettes, any couple
of cadavers cut lately

from the scaffold,
in the secluded hallways

of whatever is
holding us up now.

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a sneak attack waits.
so why worry about a shattered heart ?
its likely the liver will kill me anyway,
perhaps an explosion in my brain
I’ll never see coming.

I never see the worst things coming,
but I’ve learned to keep my eyes on
disabled vehicles on the shoulder.




See Dick Run

See Dick Run

a twisted book,
from a twisted mind
that can conceive it…
me: telling the world
how to love easily,
more fearlessly
with every chapter added…
will not be written as memoir-
more likely fiction.
there will be no love poems.
narrative style for no-one.
with lots of pretty pictures.

pictures of Jane running.

see Dick run…