A Poet Reflects

“We live in a world where there is more and more information, and less and less meaning.”

—Jean Baudrillard, from Simulacra and Simulation (University of Michigan Press, 1995) 

“The wise [person] knows how to run his [or her] life so that contemplation is possible.”

—Gabriel Marcel

“The words of the scholar are to be understood.  The words of the master are not to be understood.  They are to be listened to as one listens to the wind in the trees and the sound of the river and the song of the bird.  They will awaken something within the heart that is beyond all knowledge.”

—Anthony de Mello

beverleyshiller:

“If I find in myself desires which nothing in this world can satisfy, the only logical explanation is that I was made for another world.”

—C. S. Lewis 

(Source: larmoyante)

 … I’d eat sunlight,
drink poetry, breathe novellas, and when
I’d have my fill, I’d leave you the rest.  It 

was this difference, I think, than ended it.
Me, studying you, and you studying
me.  We never seemed to get it right when
we thought about what this difference was.
We should have treasured those days of sunlight,
our strolls in the park, when we kept running

commentary on the gazes running
up and down our bodies—if they knew it
just by looking at us.  Your smile, sunlight
warm on my skin, my devout studying
of your long-limbed grace—my religion—was
the only thing on my mind those days when

our love was new—innocent at sunlight.
How foolish we were, studying it when
as with all new things, mistrust sent it running.

—Shaindel Beers, closing lines to “Summer 2000 Sestina,” from A Brief History of Time (Salt Publishing, 2009)

an-itinerant-poet:

“I need words that mean more than they mean, words not just with height and width, but depth and weight and, and other dimensions that I cannot even name.”

—Lois McMaster Bujold 

(Source: nathanielstuart, via gypsji)

“Things are beautiful if you love them.”

—Jean Anouilh

beingmemm:

“Maybe it meant something.  Maybe not, in the long run, but no explanation, no mix of words or music or memories can touch that sense of knowing that you were there and alive in that corner of time and the world.  Whatever it meant.”

—Hunter S. Thompson 

(Source: likeafieldmouse)