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Posted in random quotes on 21 January 2009 by stephen wayne

“At no time in the history of man has the world been so full of
pain and anguish. Here and there, however, we meet with
individuals who are untouched, unsullied, by the common grief.
They are not heartless individuals, far from it! They are emancipated
beings. For them the world is not what it seems to us. They see
with other eyes. We say of them that they have died to the world.
They live in the moment, fully, and the radiance which
emanates from them is a perpetual song of joy.”

Henry Miller

Posted in random quotes on 21 January 2009 by stephen wayne

“The master of ineptitude has all time
as his domain. He surrenders only in the
face of eternity.”

Henry Miller

Posted in random quotes on 29 November 2008 by stephen wayne

“some people we glimps as chasms, briefly but deeply,
even to the death of us. others are shallow places you
never seem to get across.”

-Denis Johnson

Posted in random quotes on 17 November 2008 by stephen wayne

“My friends must have known all along. Yet nobody breathed a word. But of course, the truth is that nobody ever does breathe a word, nobody interfers, nobody whispers while the acrobat is on the tight-rope; they just sit and watch the spectacle, waiting to be wise after the event.”

Lawrence Durrell

Posted in random quotes on 18 October 2008 by stephen wayne

“there are the moments which are not calcuable,
and cannot be assessed in words; they live on in
the solution of memory, like wonderful creatures,
unique of their kind, dredged up from the floors
of some unexplored ocean.”

-Lawrence Durrell

seventh night

Posted in random quotes on 8 October 2008 by stephen wayne

It was the seventh night and he walked out to look at stars.
Chill in the air, sharp, not of summer, and he wondered
if the geese on the lake felt it and grew restless
and if that was why, in the late afternoon, they had gathered
at the bay’s mouth and flown abruptly back and forth,
back and forth on the easy, swift veering of their wings.
It was high summer and he was thinking of autumn,
under a shadowy tall pine, and of geese overhead on cold mornings
and high clouds drifting.  He regarded the stars in the cold dark.
They were a long way off, and he decided, watching them blink,
that compared to the distance between him and them,
the outside-looking-in feeling was dancing cheek-to-cheek.
And noticed then that she was there, a shadow between parked cars,

looking out across the valley where the half-moon poured thin light
down the pine ridge.  She started when he approached her,
and then recognized him, and smiled, and said, “Hi, night light.”
And he said, “Hi, dreamer.” And she said, “Hi, moonshine,”
and he said, “Hi, mortal splendor.”  And she said, “That’s good.”
She thought for a while.  Scent of sage or yerba buena
and the singing in the house.  She took a new tack and said,
“My father is a sad chair and I am the blind thumb’s yearning.”
He said, “Who threw the jade swan in the boiling oatmeal?”
Some of the others were coming out of the house, saying goodbye,
hugging each other.  She said, “The lion of grief paws
what meat she is given.”  Cars starting up, one of the stagehands
struggling to uproot the pine.  He said, “Rifling the purse
of possible regrets.”  She said, “Staggering tarts, a narcoleptic moon.”

Most of the others were gone.  A few gathered to listen.
The stagehands were lugging off the understory plants.
Two others were rolling up the mountain.  It was clear that,
though polite, they were impatient.  He said, “Goodbye, last thing.”
She said, “So long, apocalypse.”  Someone else said, “Time,”
but she said, “The last boat left Xania in late afternoon.”
He said, “Goodbye, Moscow, nights like sable,
mornings like the word persimmon.”  She said,
“Day’s mailman drinks from a black well of reheated coffee
in a café called Mom’s on the outskirts of Durango.”  He said,
“That’s good.”  And one of the stagehands stubbed
his cigarette and said, “OK, would the last of you folks to leave,
if you can remember it, just put out the stars?”  which they did,
and the white light everywhere in that silence was white paper.

-Robert Hass

Posted in random quotes on 11 September 2008 by stephen wayne

“This is what is meant by possession- to be passionately
at war for the qualities in one another: to contend for
the treasures of each other’s personalities.”

Justine, Lawrence Durrell