The Burrowing Poems

burrow - (1) to lodge, hide, or take refuge in any deep or concealed place (2) a passage or gallery formed under the skin

[facciocose-vedofilm]

[hiddenshores]

I’m not telling you to make the world better, because I don’t think that progress is necessarily part of the package. I’m just telling you to live in it. Not just to endure it, not just to suffer it, not just to pass through it, but to live in it. To look at it. To try to get the picture. To live recklessly. To take chances.

Joan Didion, from a commencement address at the University of California, Riverside 1975 (via down-the-rabbith0le)

[alenajwalker]

[wordsnquotes]

There are several kinds of love. One is a selfish, mean, grasping, egotistical thing which uses love for self-importance. This is the ugly and crippling kind. The other is an outpouring of everything good in you — of kindness and consideration and respect — not only the social respect of manners but the greater respect which is recognition of another person as unique and valuable. The first kind can make you sick and small and weak but the second can release in you strength, and courage and goodness and even wisdom you didn’t know you had.

John Steinbeck (via wordsnquotes)

[wordsnquotes]

There was nothing to talk about anymore. The only thing to do was go.

Jack Kerouac (via wordsnquotes)

[poetsandwriters]

I’m interested in memory because it’s a filter through which we see our lives, and because it’s foggy and obscure, the opportunities for self-deception are there. In the end, as a writer, I’m more interested in what people tell themselves happened rather than what actually happened.

Kazuo Ishiguro (CNN, 2000)

[charliecox]

I love monsters. If I go to a church, I’m more interested in the gargoyles than the saints. I really don’t care much about the idea of normal - that’s very abstract to me. I think that perfection is practically unattainable but imperfection is right at hand. So that’s why I love monsters: because they represent a side of us we should actually embrace and celebrate. There is beautiful in the grotesque. — Happy Birthday, Guillermo del Toro! (October, 9th of 1964)

[wordsnquotes]

So, what if, instead of thinking about solving your whole life, you just think about adding additional good things. One at a time. Just let your pile of good things grow.

Rainbow Rowell, Attachments (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)

[mournfulroses]

I see the sun, and if I don’t see the sun, I know it’s there. And there’s a whole life in that, in knowing that the sun is there.

Fyodor Dostoevsky, tr. by David McDuff, from “The Brothers Karamazov,” (via kehrouac)

[wordsnquotes]

We survived. You and I. And those who survive have a duty. Our duty is to do our best to keep on living. Even if our lives are not perfect.

Haruki Murakami, Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage (via wordsnquotes)

[nationalbook]

“At an early age I learned that people make mistakes, and you have to decide if their mistakes are bigger than your love for them.” ― Angie Thomas, The Hate U Give

[larmoyante]

& remember, loneliness is still time spent with the world.

Ocean Vuong, “Someday I’ll Love Ocean Vuong” (via larmoyante)

[wordsnquotes]

I am not sure that I exist, actually. I am all the writers that I have read, all the people that I have met, all the women that I have loved; all the cities that I have visited…

Jorge Luis Borges (via poetsandwriters)

[wordsnquotes]

I’d like to get away from earth awhile And then come back to it and begin over.

Robert Frost, “Birches” (via wordsnquotes)

[wordsnquotes]

I’m tired, can’t think of anything and want only to lay my face in your lap, feel your hand on my head and remain like that through all eternity.

Franz Kafka,  Letters to Milena (via wordsnquotes)

[wordsnquotes]

It has always seemed strange to me…The things we admire in men, kindness and generosity, openness, honesty, understanding and feeling, are the concomitants of failure in our system. And those traits we detest, sharpness, greed, acquisitiveness, meanness, egotism and self-interest, are the traits of success. And while men admire the quality of the first they love the produce of the second.

John Steinbeck, Cannery Row (via wordsnquotes)

[poetsandwriters]

“I was working from the idea that language was not enough, that it fails us—often even in regular communication, like, say, an argument with a lover—and that where poetry enters is in the re-formation and ratcheting of language, so that it does its best job at speaking.”

—Dawn Lundy Martin, from “Vagrant & Vulnerable” in the Sept/Oct issue of Poets & Writers Magazine (2017)