It so happens I am sick of being a man. And it happens that I walk into tailorshops and movie houses dried up, waterproof, like a swan made of felt steering my way in a water of wombs and ashes. The smell of barbershops makes me break into hoarse sobs. The only thing I want is to lie still like stones or wool. The only thing I want is to see no more stores, no gardens, no more goods, no...
knowing others is intelligence; knowing yourself is true wisdom. mastering...– lao tzu, tao te ching
each morning when I open my eyes I say to myself: i, not events, have the power...– groucho marx
play! invent the world! invent reality!– vladimir nabokov
Coincidence. Perhaps coincidence Explains it all. Why look far out, in deep For mystical solutions to make sense Of how a dream disturbed more than my sleep— A dream in which you sat bolt upright on A Windsor chair and wore a long blue dress (Ornamented with a white chiffon) And on your visage bore a dark distress And said your dog was dead? When I awoke, I thought the dream an impetus to phone,...
gratitude bestows reverence, allowing us to encounter everyday epiphanies, those...– john milton