I get into a rut, unable to yank my mind out of it.
God, it was good to let go, let the tight mask fall off, and the bewildered, chaotic fragments pour out. It was the purge, the catharsis.
But writing poems and letters doesn't seem to do much good.
Now and then, when I grow nostalgic about my ocean childhood - the wauling of gulls and the smell of salt, somebody solicitous will bundle me into a car and drive me to the nearest briny horizon.
We fitted, amusingly enough, into none of the form categories of 'The Young American Couple'... security to us is in ourselves, and no job, not even money, can give us what we have to develop: faith i...
I want to live and feel all the shades, tones, and variations of mental and physical experience possible in my life. And I am horribly limited.
Brave love, dream
When am I going to see you?Do you really want to know?Very much.Never, I said, and hung up with a resolute click.
We shall by morningInherit the earth. Our foot's in the door.
Water will run by rule; the actual sun / Will scrupulously rise and set; / No little man lives in the exacting moon / And that is that, is that, is that.
There is nothing like puking with somebody to make you into old friends.
The frost makes a flower, the dew makes a star.
The blood jet is poetryThere is no stopping it.
Perfection is terrible, it cannot have children.
ParalyticIt happens. Will it go on? ----My mind a rock,No fingers to grip, no tongue,My god the iron lungThat loves me, pumpsMy twoDust bags in and out,Will notLet me relapseWhile the day outside glid...
It was a queer, sultry summer, the summer they executed the Rosenbergs, and I didn't know what I was doing in New York. I'm stupid about executions. The idea of being electrocuted makes me sick, and t...
If the moon smiled, she would resemble you.You leave the same impression Of something beautiful, but annihilating.
If I was going to fall, I would hang on to my small comforts, at least, for as long as I possibly could.
He just wanted to see what a girl who was crazy enough to kill herself looked like.
A psychiatrist is the God of our age. But they cost money.