#ravenofftheclif

[ravenoffthecliff]

longing is like the seed that wrestles in the ground, believing if it intercede it shall be found.

—emily dickinson

[ravenoffthecliff]

i am constantly trying to communicate something incommunicable, to explain something inexplicable, to tell about something i only feel in my bones and which can only be experienced in those bones.

–franz kafka

[ravenoffthecliff]

you wrap your name tight around my ribs and keep me warm. i was born for you.

–mina loy, from "the collected poems of mina loy"

[ravenoffthecliff]

poetry is just the evidence of your life. if your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash.

–leonard cohen

[ravenoffthecliff]

i'm a hundred square yards sane.

joanne greenberg from "i never promised you a rose garden"

[ravenoffthecliff]

i talk to myself and look at the dark trees, blessedly neutral. so much easier than facing people, than having to look happy, invulnerable, clever. with masks down, i walk, talking to the moon, to the neutral impersonal force that does not hear, but merely accepts my being.

sylvia plath, from "unabrigbed journals of sylvia plath"