February 2012
174 posts
But life is not all eloquence and adulation: life is wiping the baby’s bum; it...
– William Gass, “Emerson and the Essay” (via invisiblestories)
One wants to turn away—and cry
for fire to break out on the stairs
and raze...
– Dana Gioia, from “Maze without a Minotaur” (via proustitute)
My fingers guideposts pearled with pleasure...
– Joyce Mansour, Pericoloso Sporgersi (via frenchtwist)
Waking bathed in perspiration; a beating heart, a shuddering body, a light...
– André Gide, The Fruits of the Earth (via frenchtwist)
The meaning of books lies before them and not behind: it is in us. A book is not...
– Richard Howard, “A Consideration of the Writings of Emily Dickinson” (via invisiblestories)