"When you love a man, he becomes more than a body. His physical limbs expand, and his outline recedes, vanishes. He is rich and sweet and right. He is part of the world, the atmosphere, the blue sky and the blue water." - Gwendolyn BrooksSaturday, December 5, 2009
Friday, December 4, 2009
126th.
"I sit in my chair all day and work and work Measuring words against each other. I open the piano and play a tune But find it does not say what I feel, I grow tired of measuring words against each other, I grow tired of these four walls, And I think of you." - Conrad AikenThursday, December 3, 2009
125th.
"Death is not the final word. Without ears, my father still listens, still shrugs his shoulders whenever I ask a question he doesn't want to answer ... Without eyes, my father still looks around. He sees what I am trying to do, sees that I have grown less passive with his passing, understands my need for answers only he can provide." - Lisa ZaranWednesday, December 2, 2009
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
123rd.
"I stayed on to warm up the ink in which I drown and to listen to my alternative cavern, tactile nights, abstracted days. The unknown shuddered in my tonsil and I creaked from an annual melancholy, solar nights, lunar days, Parisian sunsets. And still, this very day, at nightfall, I digest the most scared certainties, maternal nights, great-granddaughter days, bicolored, voluptuous, urgent, lovely." - Cesar VallejoMonday, November 30, 2009
122nd.
"No one worth possessing can be quite possessed." - Sara TeasdaleSunday, November 29, 2009
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