isn’t it nice when you start writing something and you look up and remember that you have to be at work in 30 minutes and that you haven’t taken a shower yet?
“I felt, perhaps because of the pot, like we were all planets in the same solar system—which was all I had ever wanted or asked from people, anyone, ever.” —Lorrie Moore (via cameoneileen)
“Poets are excellent students of blizzards and salt and broken statuary, but they are always elsewhere for the test.” —from the first pages of The Art of Recklessness: Poetry As Assertive Force and Contradiction by Dean Young
“There’s a level on which I detest Melancholia, too—it’s as hateful as it is hate-filled. But it’s also, in its fatuous-nihilist way, a masterpiece, a sublime fusion of form and content with a truly Wagnerian climax, the planet moving closer and closer until you feel as if your heart will explode.” —Edelstein reviews Melancholia. (via nprfreshair)
“Here at the end of the line, here at the world’s end, the world didn’t end: iron piers stretched out over the ocean, iron towers pierced the sky, somewhere under the water a great telegraph cable longer than the longest train stretched past sunken ships and octopuses all the way to England - and Martin had the odd sensation, as he stood quietly in the lifting and falling waves, that the world, immense and extravagant, was rushing away in every direction…” —from Martin Dresler: The Tale of an American Dreamer by Steven Millhauser