“Art is whether or not there is a scream in him wanting to get out in a special way.”
- My Name is Asher Lev, Chaim Potok
Paul Celan, from Glottal Stop, trans. Nikolai Popov and Heather McHugh
via proustitute (via frenchtwist)
All good books are alike in that they are truer than if they had really happened and after you are finished reading one you will feel all that happened to you and afterwards it all belongs to you; the good and the bad, the ecstasy, the remorse and the sorrow, the people and the places and how the weather was.
-Ernest Hemingway, Esquire magazine, December 1934
When I hold you in this night-soaked bed it is courage for the day I seek.
Courage that when the light comes I will turn towards it.
It couldn’t be simpler.
it couldn’t be harder.
In this little night-covered world with you, I hope to find what I long for; a clue, a map, a bird flying south,
and when the light comes we will get dressed together and go.
DISAPPEARENCE I
The only ones for me are the mad ones; the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time; the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the sky and in the middle you see the blue center light pop and everyone goes ‘Aw’.
