Paris Review - The Art of Fiction No. 197, Umberto... →
question and answer
he sat naked and drunk in a room of summer night, running the blade of the knife under his fingernails, smiling, thinking of all the letters he had received telling him that the way he lived and wrote about that— it had kept them going when all seemed truly hopeless. putting the blade on the table, he flicked it with a finger and it whirled in a flashing circle under the light. who the...
The Aliens from The Last Night Of The Earth Poem
you may not believe it but there are people who go through life with very little friction of distress. they dress well, sleep well. they are contented with their family life. they are undisturbed and often feel very good. and when they die it is an easy death, usually in their sleep. you may not believe it but such people do exist. but i am not one of them. oh no, I am not one of them, I am...
madness of art- joyce carol oats
“We work in the dark—we do what we can—we give what we have. Our doubt is our passion, and our passion is our task. The rest is the madness of art.”
I was crazy for this guy, I mean crazy like I could hardly think of anybody but...– Just live your story until the end - “Heat” (via fictionz)
Rest My Chemistry →
I haven’t slept for two days I’ve bathed in nothing but sweat And I’ve made hallways Scenes for things to regret My friends they come And the lines they go by Tonight I’m gonna rest my chemistry Tonight I’m gonna rest my chemistry I live my life filled with no pain Just some rage and three kinds of yes And I’ve made stairways Such scenes for things that I regret...
Come on skinny love just last the year Pour a little salt we were never here...– Bon Iver…Skinny Love