i think about what cristina says to meredith in the season finale of grey’s anatomy very frequently. “don’t let what he wants eclipse what you need. he’s very dreamy but he’s not the sun. you are” it’s very important. everyone remember this. you’re the sun.
it’s easeful life we’re half in love
with, and most of us much more
than half—armchair by the fire,
book and a cup of tea within reach.
Finishing a meal, we know
where the next is coming from.
We wake and sleep in comfort,
no music fled from us for long.
We write odes to our contentment
or, to amuse our friends,
La Belle Dame Sans Chemise.
Closets and cupboards full, we live
beneath snug roofs, untroubled
by weather and certain
there’s medicine in the cabinet
for the cough that one of us
has picked up in the last few days."
— James Scruton, “Ease”
i hang out this guy occasionally when I’m drunk and he only likes me because i hardly let him kiss me and i only like him because he says I’m pretty and tries to kiss me. so it’s a win-win situation
— Don DeLillo, White Noise
examine the book
in which they hope to find
their names inscribed.
Made of soap. Now. Made
of smoke. Now
made of dew
and hairlessness. And how
primitive, I realize, seeing them, it’s been:
The body. Its
silly limbs transporting, through the world, our
cloud wherever it went.
Teeth, old-fashioned and enameled, so
The nose, often
runny, sometimes broken.
Heavy eyelids. Ankle twisted. How
did we bear it as it bore us, all
stuttering and limping, clomping, hungry,
shaggy, horny, and diseased. All
that meat—grossly, morosely—weighted
around a soul:
A simple soul!
Skipping along like hope."
— Laura Kasischke, “The Book of Life”
my eyes; others, rice grains in a glass jar."
— Arthur Sze, from “The Radius of Touch”