from /interviews with elizabeth bishop/
'elizabeth, i need to ask you for some advice about love.' [she came to the kitchen doorway and stared incredulously at me.]
'you want to ask me a question about w-h-a-t? did you say it was about love? what would ever possibly give you the idea that i of all people would know anything about a thing like that? if you ever were to know much about my personal life, you certainly wouldn’t come to me for any sagely advice about a thing like love. i’ve usually been just as confused about it as just about anyone else i’ve known. if you really are concerned about that subject, i’d suggest that you go and read auden. if he doesn’t know something about love, i just don’t know who else does…’
[later that afternoon, after we had finished some shopping and were walking down university way, she stopped and turned to me.]
'wes, i'm awfully sorry that i dodged your question the way i did. it took me by surprise, and i just didn't know how i should answer it. but i've been thinking about it, since you did ask me. and i will say this much: if any happiness ever comes your way, GRAB IT!’
10:24 pm • 17 February 2014
But Boxes Both Boats, Growing Tireder as the Day Amasses
Indelibly repercussive: shadowed
forensics in the noon time, showers
of anyhow distended, released
to the care of tiered reclamations—
wit and stain of inchoate felicity.
Death defying darning, ambassadorial
clip mimic dazed proclivity almonds
might snarl the looser for its
fold. Contain this charm, permit
what clutches spore.
—Charles Bernstein. Art credit Claire Trotignon.
11:40 pm • 31 January 2014 • 96 notes
kentucky river junction (wendell berry)
clumsy at first, fitting together
the years we have been apart,
and the ways.
but as the night
passed and the day came, the first
fine morning of april,
it came clear:
the world that has tried us
and showed us its joy
was our bond
when we said nothing.
and we allowed it to be
with us, the new green
our lives, half gone,
stay full of laughter.
have the world for words.
though we have been
apart, we have been together.
trying to sleep, i cannot
take my mind away.
the bright day
shines in my head
like a coin
on the bed of a stream.
10:40 pm • 9 January 2014 • 1 note