“To be nobody but yourself in a world that’s doing its best to make you somebody else, is to fight the hardest battle you are ever going to fight. Never stop fighting.”
“Lady I will touch you with my mind.
Touch you and touch and touch
Until you give
Me suddenly a smile, shyly obscene
(lady i will
Touch you with my mind.) Touch
You, that is all,
Lightly and you utterly will become
With infinite care
The poem which i do not write.”
-the best gesture of my brain is less than
Your eyelids’ flutter which says
We are for each other: then
Laugh, leaning back in my arms
For life’s not a paragraph
And death i think is no paranthesis.”
“But my dear man, reality is only a rorschach ink-blot, you know.”
“Never use adjectives
Unless you’re trying to describe something
And you don’t want to do it the hard way.
Never use the word “forever.”
It reminds people they’re going to die
And the last thing you need is people
Distracted by their mortality during your poem.
Write what you know
Unless you’re a fool, in which case
Look to the internet, and write about
And their angry sister
The letter Y.
On the other hand…
Learn the difference between
Use as few words as possible.
In fact, hand out blank sheets of paper
And tell people it’s your finest work.
If you ever use the phrase “darkness in my soul”
Be prepared for me to come to your house and kill you.
If you’re going to write in form, do it right.
For examples, as I understand it, a haiku
Is eight hundred words written while sitting on a cheesecake.
Line breaks are important,
But use them carefully. Once you’ve
Broken a line
It’s parents will never forgive you.
Finally, go to poetry workshops.
Sometimes they serve food and you
Can’t write poetry if you’re dead
Because you forgot to eat.”
Rick Lupert “Rules for Poetry”
“We are dying from overthinking. We are slowly killing ourselves
By thinking about everything. Think. Think. Think.
You can never trust the human mind anyway. It’s a death trap.”
Instead of falling in love with his own image in a pond, today’s narcissist gazes adoringly at his own Facebook page.
Incommensurable values are conquering the world. If someone hurls a word into the crowd, accompanying it with a grand gesture, they make a religion of it.
“When there are no more lions,
Courage will be a man who stands up
And is arrested without fanfare
When there are no more eagles
Glory will be setting fire to parliaments
When there are no more elephants
Memory will be
A grudge passed down generations
Are no more
Gracefulness will be
An illegal song.”
“Lately I’ve been thinking about who I want to love, and how I want to love, and why I want to love the way I want to love, and what I need to learn to love that way, and who I need to become to become the kind of love I want to be…and when I break it all down, when I whittle it into a single breath, it essentially comes out like this: Before I die, I want to be somebody’s favorite hiding place, the place they can put everything they know they need to survive, every secret, every solitude, every nervous prayer, and be absolutely certain I will keep it safe. I will keep it safe.”
“You will fall in love with someone who annoys you, whose orgasm face looks and feels pathetic. Despite all of this, there’s something keeping you drawn to them, something that makes you want to protect them from the harsh world. What you fail to realize, however, is that you are the harsh world. You aren’t their noble protector — you are someone to be protected from but it takes a lot of dates, a lot of nights where you question whether or not you are actually a good person, for this to ever resonate with you. When it’s over and whatever love is left is put back in the fridge like a sad plate of leftovers, you will finally understand that you have the power to hurt someone. You can either hurt them or love them and it’s up to you to decide what kind of role you would like to take on in future relationships. What feels more comfortable — being the one who loves more or being the one who’s loved less?
You will fall in love with someone who’s cold and always seemingly pushing you away. When all is said and done, they will be forever known as the one person you couldn’t get to love you. Unfortunately, it will hurt and sting worse than the good ones, the ones that chopped up your meat for you and picked out an eyelash from your eye and were nice to your mother, because love often feels like a game we need to win. And when we lose, when we realize we couldn’t get what we ultimately desired from a person, it makes us feel like a failure and erases all the memories of those who loved us in the past. It’s a permanent smudge on your love resume.
You will fall in love with someone for one night and one night only. They’ll come to you when you need them and be gone in the morning when you don’t. At first, this will make you feel empty and you’ll try to convince yourself that you could’ve loved this person for longer than a night, but you can’t. Some people are just meant to make cameo appearances, some are destined to be a pithy footnote. That’s okay though. Not every person we love has to stick around. Sometimes it’s better to leave while you’re still ahead. Sometimes it’s better to leave before you get unloved.
You will fall in love with the old couple down the street because to you they represent the impossible: a stable, long-lasting love. You’re trying to get someone to like you for more than ten minutes. A monogamous “never get sick of ya” love seems unfathomable. “What’s your secret, sir? Do you just say yes a lot?”
You will fall in love with smells, the good and the bad kind. You will want to wear your lovers shirt because it makes you feel close to them and you’re okay with being that PSYCHO who is legitimately sniffing their shirt in public. You will fall in love with sweat, certain perfumes, the smell of the season in which you fell in love. This particular love smells like fall. It smells like Halloween and a roaring fire and leaves and fog and mist and candy and food and family and whiskey and sex and the lint that collects on sweaters. When it ends, if it ends, you will never experience another fall without thinking of him, her, it. The memories will stick to the ground like a mound of leaves and will only dissipate when the weather drops.
You will fall in love with your friends. Deep, passionate love. You will create a second family with them, a kind of tribe that makes you feel less vulnerable. Sometimes our families can’t love us all the time. Sometimes we’re born into families who don’t know how to love us properly. They do as much as they can but the rest is up to our friends. They can love you all the time, without judgement. At least the good ones can.
This is where I’m supposed to tell you that you will fall in love with The One, a person who isn’t too cold or too nice. Their “O” face is perfectly fine and they’re not afraid to show how much they love you. This person is supposed to wait for us at the end of the twentysomething road as some kind of reward for all the heartache and loneliness. We deserve them. We’ve earned this kind of love.
So fine. You’re going to fall in love with The One. You’re going to fall in love with someone who will make sense beyond college or a job or a particular season. They’ll make sense forever and won’t ever want to leave you behind. I’m telling you this not because it’s true but because it NEEDS to be true. Everyone is entitled to this kind of love, so why not? Have it. It’s yours. Blow out the candles on your 30th birthday, holding their hand, and let out an exhale that’s been waiting for ten years. Do it. Now.”
The Types of People You Will Fall in Love With In Your 20s by Ryan O’Connell
“The average daydream is about 14 seconds long and we have about 2000 of them per day. In other words, we spend about half of our waking hours — one-third of our lives on earth — spinning fantasies.”
The Storytelling Animal
“Everything is more beautiful
because we’re doomed.
You will never be lovelier than you are now.
We will never be here again.”
Homer, The Iliad
“Dividing the number of atoms in the entire atmosphere by those in one breath shows that about 1 in every 2 x 1021 atoms we breathe in the air right here is from Cleopatra’s dying exhalation (assuming, reasonably enough, that winds over two millennia have done a thorough worldwide mixing job). This, in turn, means that each of us inhales about 40 atoms — say 20 molecules — from her last gasp with every breath we take.”
Cleopatra’s Last Breath
“It’s dark because you are trying too hard. Lightly child, lightly. Learn to do everything lightly. Yes, feel lightly even though you’re feeling deeply. Just lightly let things happen and lightly cope with them. I was so preposterously serious in those days… Lightly, lightly – it’s the best advice ever given me…So throw away your baggage and go forward. There are quicksands all about you, sucking at your feet, trying to suck you down into fear and self-pity and despair. That’s why you must walk so lightly. Lightly my darling.”