“Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It’s that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that’s what the poet does.”—Allen Ginsberg (via thatkindofwoman)
“Allow me to give you some advice from the heart: don’t give up art, and even give yourself over to it even more than so far … Living in solitude and embittering your soul with recollections, you can make your life very gloomy. There is a single refuge, a single medicine: art and creative work.”—Fyodor Dostoevsky in a letter to Yekaterina Yunge, 11 April 1880 (via adeana)
Most writers are better than they give themselves credit for, better than the work they do, but they back off because to show the better is painful and confusing. The culture makes writing look easy, always showing Hemingway in a good mood, or it makes writing look manic, paper thrown everywhere. It never shows, because how do you show, the invisible grind, the grimace of an idea and a feeling so clear and the pen’s unwillingness to aid the view?
The day we went to buy it I had driven a U-Haul for nine hours. I lost the keys to my brand new apartment somehow. Had to drive into bumfuck Virginia to my landlord’s house cleaner’s apartment to get the spare. The next day, guarding this copy…
“Most people are heartless about turtles because a turtle’s heart will beat for hours after he has been cut up and butchered. But the old man thought, I have such a heart too.”—Ernest Hemingway, The Old Man and the Sea (via likeafieldmouse)
“Man seeks to escape himself in myth, and does so by any means at his disposal. Drugs, alcohol, or lies. Unable to withdraw into himself, he disguises himself. Lies and inaccuracy give him a few moments of comfort.”—Jean Cocteau, “On Invisibility” in Diary of an Unknown (via anarchomonarchism)