Stanton Hager

“The joy of being alone, eating the honey of words.”
― Robert Bly

“We did not come to remain whole. We came to lose our leaves like the trees, Trees that start again, Drawing up from the great roots.”
― Robert Bly, Eating the Honey of Words: New and Selected Poems

“I ached abruptly, intolerably, with a longing to go home; not to that hotel, in one of the alleys of Paris, where the concierge barred the way with my unpaid bill; but home, home across the ocean, to things and people I knew and understood; to those things, those places, those people which I would always helplessly, and in whatever bitterness of spirit, love above all else. I had never realized such a sentiment in myself before, and it frightened me. I saw myself, sharply, as a wanderer, an adventurer, rocking through the world, unanchored. I looked at Giovanni's face, which did not help me. He belonged to this strange city, which did not belong to me. I began to see that, while what was happening to me was not so strange as it would have comforted me to believe, yet it was strange beyond belief. It was not really so strange, so unprecedented, though voices deep within me boomed, For shame! For shame! that I should be so abruptly, so hideously entangled with a boy; what was strange was that this was but one tiny aspect of the dreadful human tangle, occurring everywhere, without end, forever.”
― James Baldwin, Giovanni’s Room

“the love unit most damaged by the Industrial Revolution has been the father-son bond.”
― Robert Bly, Iron John: A Book about Men