“A poet looks at the world the way a man looks at a woman.”
Opus Posthumous
“A poet looks at the world the way a man looks at a woman.”
Opus Posthumous
“Art should comfort the disturbed and disturb the comfortable.”
Ralph was the epitome of weakness – superficial and mean. He mocked the spiritual and the wise, and was blissfully unaware of his identity from the moment he landed on the island. He craved the respect of barbaric leaders yet desperatly desired control over everyone and everything. He became the beast when his ignorance and uncertainty made him a coward, and yet he somehow escaped the hands of death almost enitrely unscathed. He only embraced maturity with open arms when death looked him in the eyes and taunted him.
Ralph’s innocence and nativity died only when the others did.
“From which stars have we fallen to meet each other here?”
Letter to Lou Salomé
6 shots of tequila.
I’m somewhere between couldn’t be more alive
and on the doorstep of death – with the door wide open.
My mind is blank, quite like the look in my eyes when you desperately shake me conscious.
I’m sorry, you set me alight
but didn’t stay behind to douse the flames
when I burned greater than anticipated.
You never came back
for the ashes.
Excuse me for waltzing with the devil.
You weren’t the angel I thought I knew.
Silence will bring us together
when the noise does nothing
but threaten to tear us apart.
Let us chase the light
as the darkness stalks us.
عجبا
جُستجوگرم من
نه جُستجو شونده
“Strange,
I am the one who always
searches,
never searched for.”
I would die for you, but I live for no one.