Arctic honey (feat. Kafka, Stalin, the Bible)
If life, as the man said, was a song, theirs was more refrain than verse. And yet to have claimed that a warm spring morning walking over earth carpeted with apple blossoms was somehow the same, substantively, spiritually, as a cold winter noon spent pruning, or a harvest evening heavy with the smell of juice and hay—this would have betrayed an ign
... See moreDaniel Mason • North Woods: A Novel
By Eileen Myles
I am always hungry
& wanting to have
sex. This is a fact.
If you get right
down to it the new
unprocessed peanut
butter is no damn
good & you should
buy it in a jar as
always in the
largest supermarket
you know. And
I am an enemy
of change, as
you know. All
the things I
embrace as new
are in
fact old things,
re-released: swimming,
t
... See moreWritten in the early morning hours in Paris, after seeing amongst the strolling lovers and the map-holding tourists along the river Seine, a young, heavily pregnant woman walking alone, distressed and crying as she looked forward — into some distance she and the river, and the new life inside her, all flowed toward. Her image stayed with me even th... See more
David Whyte • Courage
