Let everything happen to you Beauty and terror Just keep going No feeling is...– Rainer Maria Rilke (via texburgher)
Some people are uncomfortable with silences. Not me. I’ve never cared much for...– Miranda July (via vashti)
If you know what you are going to write when you’re writing a poem, it’s going...– Derek Walcott, as cited in Advice to Writers by Jon Winokur (via litverve)
Let us not underestimate how hard it is to be compassionate. Compassion is hard...– Henri J.M. Nouwen (via remnant)
What is the secret of suddenly beginning to write, finding a voice? Try whiskey....– From Susan Sontag’s Reborn: Journals and Notebooks 1947-1963 (via balltillifall)
I draw lines in the condensation on my sweating glass of white wine. In Brooklyn, the humidity is 94% and my hair goes curly on the ends. The bedroom door sticks. I stay up late. It’s 100 degrees in Arizona. The weekends move too quickly. It feels like I spend them all doing dishes. The laundry pile never dwindles. Every afternoon is overcast. But in the evening, there is wine. Black bean...
In the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt.– Margaret Atwood (via beyondstyx)
You have to be always drunk. That’s all there is to it—it’s the only way. So as...– Charles Baudelaire, “Be Drunk”, translated by Louis Simpson (via litverve)