Posted 1 year ago

Go into yourself. Find out the reason that commands you to write; see whether it has spread its roots into the very depths of your heart; confess to yourself whether you would have to die if you were forbidden to write.

This most of all: ask yourself in the most silent hour of your night: must I write? Dig into yourself for a deep answer. And if this answer rings out in assent, if you meet this solemn question with a strong, simple “I must,” then build your life in accordance with this necessity; your whole life, even into its humblest and most indifferent hour, must become a sign and witness to this impulse. Then come close to Nature. Then, as if no one had ever tried before, try to say what you see and feel and love and lose…

Rainer Maria Rilke
Posted 1 year ago
If your daily life seems poor, do not blame it; blame yourself, tell yourself that you are not poet enough to call forth its riches; for to the creator there is no poverty and no poor indifferent place.
Rainer Maria Rilke
Posted 1 year ago
“ And as for the rest, let life happen to you. Believe me: life is in the right, always.”
-Rainer Maria Rilke

“ And as for the rest, let life happen to you. Believe me: life is in the right, always.”

-Rainer Maria Rilke

Posted 1 year ago
A poem begins with a lump in the throat, a home-sickness or a love-sickness. It is a reaching-out toward expression; an effort to find fulfillment. A complete poem is one where the emotion has found its thought and the thought has found the words.
Robert Frost
Posted 2 years ago
Genius could be the ability to say a profound thing in a simple way.
Charles Bukowski
Posted 2 years ago

today’s word:

confluence \ˈkän-ˌflü-ən(t)s, kən-ˈ\ , noun

1. a coming or flowing together, a gathering at one point

2. the flowing together of two or more streams

3. the place of meeting of two streams

Posted 2 years ago
ok, i haven’t breezed through a book of fiction so good in a while. (i’m reading a lot of nonfiction right now.) there is a lot of lukewarm and not so lukewarm reviews on Amazon about this book, and i don’t really get it. i loved every word of it, the hilarious and the brilliant and the tragic and the touching.
-L

ok, i haven’t breezed through a book of fiction so good in a while. (i’m reading a lot of nonfiction right now.) there is a lot of lukewarm and not so lukewarm reviews on Amazon about this book, and i don’t really get it. i loved every word of it, the hilarious and the brilliant and the tragic and the touching.

-L

Posted 2 years ago

from Summer Storm by Dana Gioia

There are so many might have beens,
What ifs that won’t stay buried,
Other cities, other jobs,
Strangers we might have married.

And memory insists on pining
For places it never went,
As if life would be happier
Just by being different.

here's the rest of this beautiful poem.

Posted 2 years ago
Happiness is neither virtue nor pleasure nor this thing nor that, but simply growth. We are happy when we are growing.
William Butler Yeats
Posted 2 years ago

You don’t know nights of love? Don’t

petals of soft words float upon your blood?

Are there no places on your dear body

that keep remembering like eyes?

-from an untitled poem by Rainer Maria Rilke