Everlasting Xc

“Exquisite loneliness
Bound of mine own caprice
I fly on the wings of an unknown chord
That ye hear not,
Can not discern
My music is weird and untamed
Barbarous, wild, extreme,
I fly on the note that ye hear not
On the chord that ye can not dream.

— Ezra Pound, from “Anima Sola,” Collected Early Poems (New Directions, 1976)”
― Ezra Pound, Collected Early Poems

“Even here in these sentences, I place my hands on your back and see how dark they are as they lie against the unchangeable white backdrop of your skin. Even now, I see … your waist and hips as I knead out the tensions, the small bones along your spine, a row of ellipses no silence translates. Even after all these years, the contrast between our skin surprises me–the way a blank page does when my hand, gripping a pen, begins to move through its spatial field, trying to act upon its life without marring it. But by writing, I mar it. I change, embellish, and preserve you all at once. — Ocean Vuong, On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous (Penguin, 2019)”
― Ocean Vuong, On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous

“The government you elect is the government you deserve.”
― Thomas Jefferson

“All human love is a dramatic enactment of the wild, reckless, unquenchable, undrainable love that powers the universe. If death is everywhere and inescapable, then so is love, if we but knew it. We can begin to know it through each other. The tamer my love, the farther away it is from love. In fierceness, in heat, in longing, in risk, I find something of love’s nature. In my desire for you, I burn at the right temperature to walk through love’s fire. So when you ask me why I cannot love you more calmly, I answer that to love you calmly is not to love you at all. —Jeanette Winterson, The Powerbook (‎ Vintage Books, January 1, 2001)”
― Jeanette Winterson, The PowerBook