Carey

“A woman fallen has no future; a man risen has no past.”
― Eleanor Catton, The Luminaries

“A Corymbus for Autumn
How are the veins of thee, Autumn, laden?
Umbered juices,
And pulpèd oozes
Pappy out of the cherry-bruises,
Froth the veins of thee, wild, wild maiden.
With hair that musters
In globèd clusters,
In tumbling clusters, like swarthy grapes,
Round thy brow and thine ears o'ershaden;
With the burning darkness of eyes like pansies,
Like velvet pansies
Where through escapes
The splendid might of thy conflagrate fancies;
With robe gold-tawny not hiding the shapes
Of the feet whereunto it falleth down,
Thy naked feet unsandalled;
With robe gold-tawny that does not veil
Feet where the red
Is meshed in the brown,
Like a rubied sun in a Venice-sail.”
― Francis Thompson, Poems of Francis Thompson.

“Emigres: Earned their livelihood by giving guitar lessons and mixing salads.”
― Gustave Flaubert, The Dictionary of Accepted Ideas

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[Blog post, March 10, 2014]”
― K.J. Charles