Siggy

“At such moments—breathless, ransacked by tenderness—I could hardly look at him: I was afraid of showing him too much of my love, which wasn’t only love but also something like a rotten peach eaten alive by its own sweetness.”
― Aurora Mattia, The Fifth Wound

“My heart to my mother, my cock to the whores, my head to the hangman.”
― Jean Genet, Our Lady of the Flowers

“You can’t force a story that doesn’t want to be told.”
― Eileen Myles, Chelsea Girls: A Novel

“Allen Ginsberg asked me to sign his book. I must've stood there for five minutes drawing a complete blank. Hi Allen, from one howl to another. Dear Allen I'm glad you think I'm a poet. Love, Eileen. I'm the only woman you like, right Allen? Only the craziest thoughts passed through my mind. Finally he started getting embarrassed. Just sign it. Come by and write something better when you think of it. I scrawled something. I forget what it was.”
― Eileen Myles, Chelsea Girls