Don’t you think forgetting is a perpetual loss?”
“Yes,” he replied, “but it is also freedom.
You have to really be courageous about your instincts and your ideas. Otherwise you’ll just knuckle under, and things that might have been memorable will be lost.
Francis Ford Coppola (via rainysanctuary)If you see him everywhere or exactly nowhere, he becomes as it were the circumference of a circle that has no point but the boundary of your desire. Coming to a point.
And the human witness of this passion is rightly stunned by the incongruity of it. Lifting a human being into a metaphor.
Jack Spicer, “Textbook of Poetry”
The birds fly away. The surf breaks on the shore, on the rocks, on whatever the ocean, being ocean, is conscious of. Deliberately.
And the tides pull back against the very bones we have let them.
Jack Spicer, “Textbook of Poetry”


