Another Angry Reader

“Do not talk any more. Do not speak.
Do not break silence until
We are weary of each other.
Let our fingers run like steel
Carving the contours of our bodies’ gold.
Do not speak. My face sinks
In the clotted summer of your hair.
The sound of the bees stops.
Stillness falls like a cloud.
Be still. Let your body fall away
Into the awe filled silence
Of the fulfilled summer —
Back, back, infinitely away —
Our lips weak, faint with stillness.

from “When We with Sappho”
― Kenneth Rexroth

“These memories–we travel inside them. We are their passengers.”
― Andrés Neuman, The Things We Don't Do

“It was in my flaws, I found a much deeper truth and it is from them, I bloom ..a black rose.”
― Segovia Amil

“Capitalist societies can always heave a sigh of relief and say to themselves: communism is finished since the collapse of the totalitarianisms of the twentieth century and not only is it finished, but it did not take place, it was only a ghost They do no more than disavow the undeniable itself. a ghost never dies, it remains always to come and to come-back.”
― Jacques Derrida, Specters of Marx