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“You don’t pass or fail at being a person, dear.” —Neil Gaiman, The Ocean at the End of the Lane (via larmoyante)

Nicole Krauss, The History of Love
Nicole Krauss, The History of Love

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“Well, I think what happens at certain points in my poems is that language takes over, and I follow it. It just sounds right. And I trust the implication of what I’m saying, even though I’m not absolutely sure what it is that I’m saying. I’m just willing to let it be. Because if I were absolutely sure of whatever it was that I said in my poems, if I were sure, and could verify it and check it out and feel, yes, I’ve said what I intended, I don’t think the poem would be smarter than I am. I think the poem would be, finally, a reducible item. It’s this “beyondness,” that depth that you reach in a poem, that keeps you returning to it. And you wonder, The poem seemed so natural at the beginning, how did you get where you ended up? What happened? I mean, I like that, I like it in other people’s poems when it happens. I like to be mystified. Because it’s really that place which is unreachable, or mysterious, at which the poem becomes ours, finally, becomes the possession of the reader. I mean, in the act of figuring it out, of pursuing meaning, the reader is absorbing the poem, even though there’s an absence in the poem. But he just has to live with that. And eventually, it becomes essential that it exists in the poem, so that something beyond his understanding, or beyond his experience, or something that doesn’t quite match up with his experience, becomes more and more his. He comes into possession of a mystery, you know—which is something that we don’t allow ourselves in our lives.” —Mark Strand, from The Art Of Poetry (via notebookings)

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“He is ugly and sad… but he is all love.”Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez (via allmymetaphors)


One day, there was an atomic bomb beneath my lawn in a shape vaguely like yours, and digging carefully, I realized to love something is to think you could explode. 

—Lisa Marie Basile, from “Benjamin” in triste: mourning stories

“I step outside for a smoke & it’s obvious the world
is ending. Someone let the poets out & they’re
eating all of the birds.”
—Gregory Sherl, “Science Fiction,” published in Split Lip Magazine  (via radiumangel)

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Louisa May Alcott, Little Women


Louisa May Alcott, Little Women

“A house full of scraps of poems, unused ideas. A nest of thoughts, the wood chips from an industrious carpenter of the word. Their abundance, like froth, around my existence, excess, boiling over. I don’t know why I sentenced this or that poem to non-being, to silence; why I wrote down this, but not that thought. All froth.” —Anna Kamienska, from Industrious Amazement: A Notebook (via violentwavesofemotion)

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“And then often it is only half things I remember, half things, beginnings of things.”Harold Pinter, Silence (via robcam-wfu)

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"Her and Lost In Translation are connected to each other. They’re very much on the same wavelength. They explore a lot of the same ideas. This all makes sense since Spike Jonze and Sofia Coppola were married from 1999 to 2003 and had been together for many years before that. Sofia Coppola had already made her big personal statement in regards to love and marriage right when the couple was on the verge of divorce; Her would be Spike Jonze’s answer to those feelings. What makes it even more poignant is that Her never feels resentful or petty. It feels more like a legitimate apology. It’s an acknowledgement that, in the end, some people aren’t meant to be with each other in the long run. Some people do grow apart. Lost in Translation is about a couple on the verge of growing apart, Her is about finally letting go of the person you’ve grown apart with and moving on.”

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