"But I still wake up. I still see your ghost."
I’m sorry it took me so long to realize we could do this.
Living and Breathing
When he was knocked down, he placed his honor in the way he crawled.
"I’m sorry. Thank you. I mean to say, ‘come home with me’."
— Adam Falkner & Jeanann Verlee - “Thank you”
"Here is the repeated image of the lover destroyed.
Clumsy hands in a dark room. Crossed out.
There is something underneath the floorboards.
And here is the tabernacle
Here is the part where everyone was happy all the time
and we were all forgiven,
even though we didn’t deserve it."
— From Litany in Which Certain Things are Crossed Out - Read this poem
"They thought we were crazy."
— Jack Kerouac, The Dharma Bums
"There are not that many things to write poetry about. There’s love and there’s death and time passing and the weather outside, which is horrible today."
— John Ashbery, in response to TIME Magazine’s interviewer asking “Do you think about death?”
"Poetry is nothing more than an intensification or illumination of common objects and everyday events until they shine with their singular nature, until we can experience their power, until we can follow their steps in the dance, until we can discern what part they play in the Great Order of Love. How is this done? By fucking around with syntax."
— Tom Robbins, Even Cowgirls Get The Blues (via audiblemoonshine)