Henri Matisse, Fruit and Coffeepot
Look to the sky, look to yourself and remember: we are only god’s echoes and god is Narcissus.
House of Leaves
Jack Kerouac
… Nothing precedes a poem but silence, and nothing follows a poem but silence. A poem is an interruption of silence, whereas prose is a continuation of noise.
Billy Collins, The Paris Review: The Art of Poetry No. 83
Once a person was asked to step into this brutal century, anything could happen.
John Kennedy Toole, Confederacy of Dunces
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Battle not with monsters, lest ye become a monster, and if you gaze into an abyss, the abyss gazes also into you.
— Nietzsche
Her name was like a summons to all my foolish blood.
James Joyce, Araby
Allen Ginsberg, Peter Orlovsky, Barbara Rubin, Bob Dylan and Daniel Kramer
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