Charlie Shaw, 45 People Share The Best Piece Of Advice They’ve Ever Heard (via larmoyante)
Margaret Atwood, The Robber Bride (via helplesslyamazed)
Again Atwood just gets it.
The ending is what gets you.
Don’t talk to me of love. I’ve had an earful
And I get tearful when I’ve downed a drink or two.
I am one of your talking wounded.
I am a hostage. I am maroonded.
But I am in Paris with you.
Yes, I am angry at the way I’ve been bamboozled
And resentful at the mess that I’ve been through.
I admit I am on the rebound
And I don’t care where are we bound.
I am in Paris with you.
Do you mind if we do not go to the Louvre,
If we say sod off to sodding Notre Dame
If we skip the champs Elysees
And remain here in this sleazy
Old hotel room
Doing this or that
To what and whom
Learning who you are,
Learning what I am.
Don’t talk to me of love. Let’s talk of Paris,
The little bit of Paris in our view.
There’s that crack across the ceiling
And the hotel walls are peeling
And I am in Paris with you.
Don’t talk to me of love. Let’s talk of Paris.
I am in Paris with the slightest thing you do.
I am in Paris with your eyes, your mouth,
I am in Paris with all points south.
Am I embarrassing you?
I am in Paris with you."
Herman Hesse, from Demian, trans. N. H. Priday (Boni & Liveright, 1923)
You’ve been the wolf, you’ve been the bear,
you were the grass when I was air,
the hush of the lake, eyes and lips,
a shyness at my fingertips,
a motion that knew when to slow,
the forest where I always go;
and now you are the windowsill
I rest my elbows on until
the night grows dark and I can’t see
these silhouettes of you and me.