That’s what I do:
I make coffee and occasionally succumb to suicidal nihilism.
But you shouldn’t worry
— poetry is still first.
Cigarettes and alcohol follow.
— Anne Sexton
- Sick Time, Only SickThis is the correct Zen sickness: sick time, only sick. No choice, no checking, not dependent, only sick. Then sick is not sick. This is high-class practice and… Read more: Sick Time, Only Sick
- It’s Time, She’ll SayIt’s Time, she’ll say, False prophet, that seeks flesh and gnaws the bone. — Ekphrasis: Her Expression by Yiannis Doukas, translated by A. E. Stallings
- I Am Too Alone In The World, And Yet Not Alone EnoughOnly someone who is ready for everything, who doesn’t exclude any experience, even the most incomprehensible, will live the relationship with another person as something alive and will… Read more: I Am Too Alone In The World, And Yet Not Alone Enough
- When You Rise, Kiss The Tombstone Of Your PastWhen you rise, kiss the tombstone of your past and step barefoot into the garden of the future, the garden of infinitely forking paths — Maria Popova from… Read more: When You Rise, Kiss The Tombstone Of Your Past
- But I Have My LifeBut I have my life, I’m living it. It’s twisted, exhausting, uncertain, and full of guilt, but nonetheless, there’s something there. — Banana Yoshimoto, The Lake I wish… Read more: But I Have My Life