“Cigarettes and Whiskey and Wild, Wild Women"
Perhaps I was born kneeling,
born coughing on the long winter,
born expecting the kiss of mercy,
born with a passion for quickness
and yet, as things progressed,
I learned early about the stockade
or taken out, the fume of the enema.
By two or three I learned not to kneel,
not to expect, to plant my fires underground
where none but the dolls, perfect and awful,
could be whispered to or laid down to die.
Now that I have written many words,
and let out so many loves, for so many,
and been altogether what I always was—
a woman of excess, of zeal and greed,
I find the effort useless.
Do I not look in the mirror,
these days,
and see a drunken rat avert her eyes?
Do I not feel the hunger so acutely
that I would rather die than look
into its face?
I kneel once more,
in case mercy should come
in the nick of time.”
―
Perhaps I was born kneeling,
born coughing on the long winter,
born expecting the kiss of mercy,
born with a passion for quickness
and yet, as things progressed,
I learned early about the stockade
or taken out, the fume of the enema.
By two or three I learned not to kneel,
not to expect, to plant my fires underground
where none but the dolls, perfect and awful,
could be whispered to or laid down to die.
Now that I have written many words,
and let out so many loves, for so many,
and been altogether what I always was—
a woman of excess, of zeal and greed,
I find the effort useless.
Do I not look in the mirror,
these days,
and see a drunken rat avert her eyes?
Do I not feel the hunger so acutely
that I would rather die than look
into its face?
I kneel once more,
in case mercy should come
in the nick of time.”
―
“Read deeply. Stay open. Continue to wonder.”
― Steal Like an Artist: 10 Things Nobody Told You About Being Creative
― Steal Like an Artist: 10 Things Nobody Told You About Being Creative
“Then all this became history.
Your hand found mine.
Life rushed to my fingers like a blood clot.
Oh, my carpenter,
the fingers are rebuilt.
They dance with yours.”
―
Your hand found mine.
Life rushed to my fingers like a blood clot.
Oh, my carpenter,
the fingers are rebuilt.
They dance with yours.”
―
“THE THOUGHTFUL LOVER
Deny yourself all
half things. Have it
or leave it.
But it will keep—or
it is not worth
the having.
Never start
anything you can't
finish—
However do not lose
faith because you
are starved!
She loves you
she says. Believe it
—tomorrow.
But today
the particulars
of poetry
that difficult art
require
your whole attention.”
― The Collected Poems, Vol. 2: 1939-1962
Deny yourself all
half things. Have it
or leave it.
But it will keep—or
it is not worth
the having.
Never start
anything you can't
finish—
However do not lose
faith because you
are starved!
She loves you
she says. Believe it
—tomorrow.
But today
the particulars
of poetry
that difficult art
require
your whole attention.”
― The Collected Poems, Vol. 2: 1939-1962
“I have realized that the moon
did not have to be full for us to love it.
That we are not tragedies
stranded here beneath it.”
― Gentleman Practice
did not have to be full for us to love it.
That we are not tragedies
stranded here beneath it.”
― Gentleman Practice
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