hey, psyche

I learned there’s nothing more shaming
or as memorable as an intimacy
unreturned. And turned, therefore,
to the expected silence of a page,
where I might simultaneously assert
and hide, be my own disappointment,
which saved me for a while.
But soon the page whispered
I’d mistaken its vastness for a refuge,
its whiteness for a hospital
for the pathetic. Fill me up, it said,
give me sorrow because I must have joy,

all the travails of love because
distances are where the safe reside.
Bring to me, it said, continual proof
you’ve been alive.

from "Turning to the Page," by Stephen Dunn

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Jan. 27, 2013 at 8:22pm with 1,648 notes

Reblogged from frenchtwist

John Berger

“

To be desired is perhaps the closest anybody in this life can reach to feeling immortal.

— John Berger, The Museum of Desire

Sep. 11, 2012 at 10:50pm with 831 notes

Reblogged from above-chaos

John Berger

“

Do you know the legend about cicadas? They say they are the souls of poets who cannot keep quiet because, when they were alive, they never wrote the poems they wanted to.

— John Berger

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