Nikki Giovanni, from “Mirrors”
[Text ID: … but It Cannot Be A Mistake to have cared … It Cannot Be An Error to have tried … It Cannot Be Incorrect to have loved]
The Bowery Presents
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Nikki Giovanni, from “Mirrors”
[Text ID: … but It Cannot Be A Mistake to have cared … It Cannot Be An Error to have tried … It Cannot Be Incorrect to have loved]
19th century books will kill off a main character in one sentence and then spend 3 pages describing a street
-Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena
The enraging ordeal of being misinterpreted
Robert Longo, Mamac, Nice, France (photo by Freak-Out)
"There is no sun without shadow, and it is essential to know the night."
-Albert Camus, The Myth of Sisyphus
Oh what I wouldn’t give to see that in theatre
“Don’t erase. Cross out rapidly and violently, never with slow consideration if you can help it.”
— Richard Hugo, The Triggering Town
The Clod and the Pebble
''Love seeketh not itself to please,
Nor for itself hath any care,
But for another gives its ease,
And builds a heaven in hell's despair. "
So sung a little clod of clay,
Trodden with the cattle's feet,
But a pebble of the brook
Warbled out these metres meet:
"Love seeketh only Self to please,
To bind another to its delight,
Joys in another's loss of ease,
And builds a hell in heaven's despite. "
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William Blake (1757-1827)
Yeah unreciprocated love sucks but do you know what is worse? Unreciprocated hate. It’s truly so awful to be filled with rage at someone’s every move and trying to form a rivalry with them but they don’t even notice.
Respect was invented to cover the empty place where love should be.
— Tolstoy, "Anna Karenina"
"Take courage, my heart: you have been through worse than this"
"Be strong, saith my heart; I am a soldier; I have seen worse sights than this"
Homer, Odyssey 20:18
just wanna send a pretty girl some wax sealed love letters, is that so much to ask?
Some days I just feel like running far away with my (nonexistent) lover, without thinking anything at all tbh.