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“The sun became a monstrous light-bulb that projected a detached series of ‘stills’ through my Instamatic into my eye. When I walked on the bridge, it was as though I was walking on an enormous photograph that was made of wood and steel, and underneath the river existed as an enormous movie film that showed nothing but a continuous blank.”
— Robert Smithson, from The Collected Writings, ed. Jack Flam (University of California Press, 1996)
“There is nothing separating us. Not space. not time, not language. If I can feel you, then you are with me.”
— Esmeralda Catharina ~ smaragdstyle (via smaragdstyle2)
“My dear […], you are everywhere. In the light against the window. In the bathroom door. On the bed. In the chair. It hurts like hell to see you on the other side of the glass wall. I pray you bond with me. My heart misses you as if I no longer had any skin on my body.”
— Voice of Ingmar Bergman, from the screenplay Liv & Ingmar by Dheeraj Akolkar (Janus Films, 2012)
“No point in answering the phone. You won’t be calling. Just like him–a lifetime of nevers, litanies of sadness to cipher on green kitchen linoleum.”
— Sarah Cortez, closing lines to “Turbulence,” Vanishing Points: Poems and Photographs of Texas Roadside Memorials, ed. Sarah Cortez (Texas Review Press, 2016)
“The dark watermark of your absence, a hush.”
— David St. John, from “Hush,” Hush: Poems (The Johns Hopkins University Press, 1985)
“There is something bleak and barren about a world that is missing the person who knows you best.”
— Jodi Picoult, from The Book of Two Ways (Ballantine, 2020)
“Somewhere I had lost someone— so dear or so great or so fine that I never cared again: as if time dimmed, and color and sound were gone.”
— William Stafford, from “Looking Across the River,” The Darkness Around Us Is Deep: Selected Poems, ed. Robert Bly (HarperPerennial, 1993)
“Without, O, somewhere, you;”
— Philip Larkin, from “(A Study in Light and Dark),” The Complete Poems of Philip Larkin, ed. Archie Burnett (Farrar, Straus, and Giroux, 2012)
“but I am still writing with your hand, as you stand in your still-there of lighted words.”
— Carolyn Forché, from “Travel Papers,” In the Lateness of the World: Poems (Penguin Press, 2020)
“If it’s an absence, it’s we who are absent, not it.”
— Charles Wright, from “Is,” A Short History of the Shadow (Farrar, Straus, & Giroux, 2002)
“You hold an absence at your center, as if it were a life.”
— Richard Brostoff, from “Grief,” A Few Forms of Love (Finishing Line Press, 2012) (via proustitute)
“Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling in at night.”
— Edna St. Vincent, from Letters (Harper & Brothers, 1952)
“I used to make up long speeches to you after you left. I used to talk to you all the time … even though I was alone. I walked around for months talking to you. Now I don’t know what to say. It was easier when I just imagined you. I even imagined you talking back to me. We’d have long conversations … the two of us. It was almost like you were there. I could hear you. I could see you, smell you. I could hear your voice. Sometimes your voice would wake me up. It would wake me up in the middle of the night just like you were there in the room with me. Then … it slowly faded away. I couldn’t picture you anymore. I tried to talk out loud to you like I used to … but there was nothing there. I couldn’t hear you. Then … I just gave up. Everything stopped. You … just disappeared.”
— L. M. Kit Carson & Sam Shepherd, from the screenplay Paris, Texas (Road Movies / Argos Films, 1984)
“Because we might never touch, I will be the snake climbing up my spine to unite with her lord: you in my mind.”
— Archna Sahni, from “Because We Might Never Meet Again,” Another Nirvana: Poems (Mawenzi House, 2018)
“We have to consciously study how to be tender with each other until it becomes a habit because what was native has been stolen from us…but we can practice being gentle with each other by being gentle with that piece of ourselves that is hardest to hold.”
— Audre Lorde
from Sister Outsider: Essays and Speeches (Crossing Press, 1984)
“No mind, no form, I only exist; Now ceased all will and thought; The final end of Nature’s dance, I am it whom I have sought. A realm of Bliss bare, ultimate; Beyond both knower and known; A rest immense I enjoy at last; I face the One alone. I have crossed the secret ways of life, I have become the Goal. The Truth immutable is revealed; I am the way, the God-Soul. My spirit aware of all the heights, I am mute in the core of the Sun. I barter nothing with time and deeds; My cosmic play is done”
— Sri Chimnoy
“In India, there’s a way of seeing life as a cosmic play. It’s called Lila. I can watch my life, and I can see my guru playing with me.”
— Ram Dass
