A closed lid is my soul’s flesh-eye. O spirits of whom my soul is but a little finger, Direct it to the lid of its flesh-eye. —Jean Toomer, from “Prayer,” from Cane I’m looking at you, blue bug. Shrink then, sneak into the curtains ‘cuz...
“I had heard that Hopestill Mather filled her leisure time with none of the mild artistic enterprises commonly undertaken by young ladies who had been “out” for some time, the water colors, the humorous poetry, the informal essays, the sculpturing in plasticine,...
Did you like your purchase? Write a review.” —retail spam The term existentialist has really been watered down over the years. Now it includes everyone who’s ever knocked an alarm clock off the nightstand. But Albert Camus was hitting it hard when existentialism...
“I say see it to believe it. Ghosts shows up to some people, and some people they don’t. But I’m not scared of ’em. I’m more scared of live. But hags, that’s real. When you get to old age, you turn a hag. Hags come to your house and...
“A thing there was that mattered; a thing, wreathed about with chatter, defaced, obscured in her own life, let drop every day in corruption, lies, chatter. This he had preserved. Death was defiance. Death was an attempt to communicate; people feeling the...
“This life is a test—it is only a test. If it had been an actual life, you would have received further instructions on where to go and what to do. Remember, this life is only a test.” –Jack Kornfield, from A Path with Heart What you should...
