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  • #1
    Richard Siken
    “You’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and he won’t tell you that he loves you, but he loves you. And you feel like you’ve done something terrible, like robbed a liquor store, or swallowed pills, or shoveled yourself a grave in the dirt, and you’re tired. You’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and you’re trying not to tell him that you love him, and you’re trying to choke down the feeling, and you’re trembling, but he reaches over and he touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist, and you feel your heart taking root in your body, like you’ve discovered something you didn’t even have a name for.”
    richard siken

  • #2
    Richard Siken
    “Eventually something you love is going to be taken away. And then you will fall to the floor crying. And then, however much later, it is finally happening to you: you’re falling to the floor crying thinking, “I am falling to the floor crying,” but there’s an element of the ridiculous to it — you knew it would happen and, even worse, while you’re on the floor crying you look at the place where the wall meets the floor and you realize you didn’t paint it very well.”
    Richard Siken

  • #3
    Richard Siken
    “Sorry about the blood in your mouth. I wish it was mine.

    I couldn't get the boy to kill me, but I wore his jacket for the longest time.”
    Richard Siken, Crush

  • #4
    Richard Siken
    “A man takes his sadness down to the river and throws it in the river
                        but then he’s still left
    with the river. A man takes his sadness and throws it away
                                                                            but then he’s still left with his hands.”
    Richard Siken, Crush

  • #5
    Richard Siken
    “If you love me, Henry, you don’t love me in a way I understand.”
    Richard Siken, Crush

  • #6
    Richard Siken
    “I’ve been rereading your story. I think it’s about me in a way that might not be flattering, but that’s okay. We dream and dream of being seen as we really are and then finally someone looks at us and sees us truly and we fail to measure up. Anyway: story received, story included. You looked at me long enough to see something mysterioso under all the gruff and bluster. Thanks. Sometimes you get so close to someone you end up on the other side of them.”
    Richard Siken

  • #7
    Richard Siken
    “Tell me about the dream where we pull the bodies out of the lake
                                                                                    and dress them in warm clothes again.
              How it was late, and no one could sleep, the horses running
    until they forget that they are horses.
                        It’s not like a tree where the roots have to end somewhere,
              it’s more like a song on a policeman’s radio,
                                  how we rolled up the carpet so we could dance, and the days
    were bright red, and every time we kissed there was another apple
                                                                                                                            to slice into pieces.
    Look at the light through the windowpane. That means it’s noon, that means
              we're inconsolable.
                                                                Tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us.
    These, our bodies, possessed by light.
                                                                                              Tell me we’ll never get used to it.”
    Richard Siken, Crush

  • #8
    Richard Siken
    “Everyone needs a place. It shouldn't be inside of someone else.”
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  • #9
    Richard Siken
    “The way you slam your body into mine reminds me I’m alive, but monsters are always hungry, darling, and they’re only a few steps behind you, finding the flaw, the poor weld, the place where we weren’t stitched up quite right, the place they could almost slip right into through if the skin wasn’t trying to keep them out, to keep them here, on the other side of the theater where the curtain keeps rising. I crawled out the window and ran into the woods. I had to make up all the words myself. The way they taste, the way they sound in the air. I passed through the narrow gate, stumbled in, stumbled around for a while, and stumbled back out. I made this place for you. A place for to love me. If this isn’t a kingdom then I don’t know what is.”
    Richard Siken, Crush

  • #10
    Richard Siken
    “The blond boy in the red trunks is holding your head underwater because he is trying to kill you, and you deserve it, you do, and you know this, and you are ready to die in this swimming pool because you wanted to touch his hands and lips and this means your life is over anyway. You’re in eighth grade. You know these things. You know how to ride a dirt bike, and you know how to do long division, and you know that a boy who likes boys is a dead boy, unless he keeps his mouth shut, which is what you didn't do, because you are weak and hollow and it doesn't matter anymore.”
    Richard Siken, Crush

  • #11
    “You do not have to be good.
    You do not have to walk on your knees
    for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
    You only have to let the soft animal of your body
    love what it loves.
    Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
    Meanwhile the world goes on.
    Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
    are moving across the landscapes,
    over the prairies and the deep trees,
    the mountains and the rivers.
    Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
    are heading home again.
    Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
    the world offers itself to your imagination,
    calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting –
    over and over announcing your place
    in the family of things.”
    Mary Oliver

  • #12
    “Instructions for living a life.
    Pay attention.
    Be astonished.
    Tell about it.”
    Mary Oliver

  • #13
    “You must not ever stop being whimsical. And you must not, ever, give anyone else the responsibility for your life.”
    Mary Oliver, Wild Geese

  • #14
    “I believe in kindness. Also in mischief. Also in singing, especially when singing is not necessarily prescribed.”
    Mary Oliver



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