You've got to dig to dig it, you dig?
“The earth has turn her back
On one yellow middling star
To consider lights more various and far.
[…]
We are engulfed in an immense
Ancient indifference
That does not sleep or dream.
Call it Nature if you will
Though everything that is is natural–
(On Visiting a Borrowed Country House in Arcadia by A.E. Stallings)
“I’m going to play until the end of this life.
[…]
It was never worth worrying about someone you didn’t love. And it wasn’t love if you didn’t worry.” -(GZ)
“Can you hear me? I gesture
mutely to the parking lot. The trees
do not answer; they’re trees,
and know better.”
-Tarfia Faizullah, Poem Without Love
“… pause
and sprawl in the grass while I read to you
the poem you hadn’t known you’d been waiting
to hear. I read until you finally slept”
-Tarfia Faizullah, The Poem You’ve Been Waiting For
“Beauty, after all, is almost always a matter of angles and resolve.
[…]
all things were knowable by anyone
anything was fixable if you took the time to figure out what was broken”
– (GZ)
Ramin Djawdi, Fate of the Kingdoms
“Conflict is a condition of intellectual life, and, I believe, its pleasure.”
“… language—informed, shaped, reasoned—will become the hand that stays crisis and gives creative, constructive conflict air to breathe, startling our lives and rippling our intellect.”
“… the critical voice that upholds tradition and communal values and that also provides occasion for an individual to transcend and/or defy group restrictions.”
“just as we watch other life, other life watches us” (TM)
“The obvious stole over us like awe,
That it was our own silhouette we saw”
–A.E. Stallings, Sublunary
“Something touched his imagination for a moment” JB
“life is very long, unless it is not.” – Gabrielle Zevin, Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow
“It was far-reaching: this much she knew. It had layers and strata, like a landscape.
[…]
trying to live as best they can in the presence of such enormous, distracting absences
[…]
then he will step out, into the light, to inhabit the form of another” – Maggie O’Farrell, Hamnet
“… shortened mine
in a thousand delicious, ill-advised ways,
a thousand deliciously ill-advised ways
I’ll keep from my children
[…]
This place could be beautiful,
right? You could make this place beautiful.”