Henry Virgin > Quotes

“my head is full of black space
and light blue
fluorescent shapes
imploding”
― Henry Virgin, Hot Pink Peach

“To all those who struggle in the darkness, who persevere in perception, waiting for the ice to thaw in their outlandish territories.
May inspiration breathe upon your souls.
Keep Fighting.
- Dedication in Hot Pink Peach”
― Henry Virgin, Hot Pink Peach

“Without love, one is dust, in a perpetual state of longing and desire.

No matter how much you love someone, if the feeling isn’t mutual, love will have no reception.”
― Henry Virgin, Exit Rostov

“Oh moon, I have begun
to envy you
your terrifying
powers”
― Henry Virgin, Hot Pink Peach

“As if she had a magnetic force around her, I felt I was being caught up in the twisting vortex of her complex being, heading for collision like a comet being drawn into her unstable atmosphere.”
― Henry Virgin, Exit Rostov

“Worse still is not the quick fire destruction, but instead the smouldering decay of endless days, lost in a lifeless, thoughtless, meandering of day to day.”
― Henry Virgin, Exit Rostov

“I’ve always been enchanted by the show of electrical abstractions, within one’s mind; so colourful, myriad and seemingly contingent, which appear, sparkle, glimmer and dissolve into that infinite gloom which one is trying to vanquish with sleep.”
― Henry Virgin, Hot Pink Peach

“Out from the fire she came
in quiet agony
to feed on me
and claim
my spheres of flame.

Caitiff!
Cruel Stone!”
― Henry Virgin, Hot Pink Peach

“Hot Pink Peach,
the skin of fevered oil,
drying in this heat
dripping off this tiger lilly`s tongue,
remember me when I am gone”
― Henry Virgin, Hot Pink Peach

“I have heartache my Tigress,
Tranquillize me Tigress
with the poisons
on your claw”
― Henry Virgin, Hot Pink Peach

“Giants,
hanging off my door
eat, untie the knot
you strung in art,
oil this hinge for me,
in a flashbulb,
the door will swing
deciphering
dauphin syllables
with arrow trimmed toes,
detective tongues
and millimetre ear lobes,
yanked in a pig liver’s weight,
raw for a gabfest day
conceding these
fuzzlusty remains
to steal a blooey thought of you.”
― Henry Virgin, Hot Pink Peach

“He also had another analogy of refuting God. One’s identity is supported like a house of cards. The layer upon layer of delicately balanced playing cards are like the structure of one’s previous prayers. They are the supports which God has granted and enabled. For every time one has lain prostrate on the floor, with one’s forehead on the ground, crying for God’s help, for one’s self, for one’s family and friends, in one’s darkest moments, pleading with the Lord, begging for mercy, and when the Lord hears, when the prayer is answered, the terror is averted and another layer of cards is constructed in delicate balance to create the next layer.
One’s foundations are built on these episodes, based on the mercy of the Lord. Woe be it if the foundations are removed.”
― Henry Virgin, Exit Rostov

“when Venus came
to my tiger skin
to raise her thighs,
and show me why
so many gods
have died,
in doubt’s
uncertainty of death,
she whispered me...”
― Henry Virgin, Hot Pink Peach

“How terrible and foul to squander time by seeking money. What could be worse than giving up your existence to earn such filthy lucre?

Look at the poverty here. You die if you don’t have dollars.”
― Henry Virgin, Exit Rostov

“Dry wine for bad spirits,
brandy for heartache
oh, my Hot Pink Peach,
it is my privilege to reach
within your sweet feverings”
― Henry Virgin, Hot Pink Peach

“for I have heard your steps
upon each other
lead into the cellar
where the fungus
moulds an effigy
which moon by moon
explains itself
in clearer forms”
― Henry Virgin, Hot Pink Peach

“your faith is art
and art is make believe,
only you will know
you are alone
to die
of wretched nerves”
― Henry Virgin, Hot Pink Peach

“... if the grim and grey
have their say
they’ll take the sun away”
― Henry Virgin, Hot Pink Peach

“My swarthy banner’s down
and burning in the flames
of hoplelessness afar”
― Henry Virgin, Hot Pink Peach

“I look at what I know of silence
foreknowing all in my descent
and wish to know, profoundly how,
the light upon your brow
has touched me so”
― Henry Virgin, Hot Pink Peach

“There is a network beneath the surface of our consciousness in which a far more powerful force flows.

These intimations of the underlying knowledge, these intimations of the soul, of the Divine, are vital for the survival of humankind.”
― Henry Virgin, Exit Rostov

“It’s that feeling like vertigo of being on the edge of the precipice, suffering the fear of the void into which one might fall.

We are damnedly balanced on the thread, with the great voluminous despair beneath us and the terrible fate of knowing that the love of beauty can never be satisfied.”
― Henry Virgin, Exit Rostov

“so merry is the sage
since mercy made thee
for the grave”
― Henry Virgin, Hot Pink Peach

“Everything relies on the idea. The idea is paramount. The idea is all powerful.

Art is the vanguard of developments in thoughts and ideas.”
― Henry Virgin, Exit Rostov

“Lieber Gott,
Hold me fast as ephemeron
in a single day of unsettled blood,
for doing a dream,
the deb in a fuscous everglade
ties a vine to form a swing
and nude as a hushaby
arcs in champac
to let the vetiver free,
and why?”
― Henry Virgin, Hot Pink Peach

“o pale moonlit eyes
of ebon depth,
I beg we meet
for still you make me dumb
and I am dumb for you,
still dumb,
and taken from the noise,
taken like The King of Thule”
― Henry Virgin, Hot Pink Peach