Ruth Stone Quotes
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“To violate beauty
is the essence of sexual desire.
To procreate is the essence of decay.”
― In the Next Galaxy
is the essence of sexual desire.
To procreate is the essence of decay.”
― In the Next Galaxy
“The light air, the restless leaves;
the ripple of time warped by our longing.
There, as if we were painted
by some unknown impressionist.”
― In the Next Galaxy
the ripple of time warped by our longing.
There, as if we were painted
by some unknown impressionist.”
― In the Next Galaxy
“blinded visionary that locks the moon in place;
I am the simple sieve that drinks the universe.”
― In the Next Galaxy
I am the simple sieve that drinks the universe.”
― In the Next Galaxy
“What is imperative is the Off switch;
which he, at one point some time ago,
opted for himself.”
― In the Next Galaxy
which he, at one point some time ago,
opted for himself.”
― In the Next Galaxy
“Taste and smell of rain
and beyond the veil,
your voice,
its trembling overtones
without body or remorse;
these hours
that keep me as an ornament.”
― In the Next Galaxy
and beyond the veil,
your voice,
its trembling overtones
without body or remorse;
these hours
that keep me as an ornament.”
― In the Next Galaxy
“Your voice still
beating inside my skull,
as if I could put my fingers
through my eyes and pull you out.
This dumb external universe.”
― In the Next Galaxy
beating inside my skull,
as if I could put my fingers
through my eyes and pull you out.
This dumb external universe.”
― In the Next Galaxy
“I sometimes stood for long moments
listening to some bird telling me of the strangeness of myself”
― In the Next Galaxy
listening to some bird telling me of the strangeness of myself”
― In the Next Galaxy
“All night you waited for morning, all morning
for afternoon, all afternoon for night;
and still the longing sings.
Oh, paper bird with folded wings.”
― In the Next Galaxy
for afternoon, all afternoon for night;
and still the longing sings.
Oh, paper bird with folded wings.”
― In the Next Galaxy
“Back then, I say, you could have died easily as he,
all those frail geniuses died of syphilis or TB.”
― In the Next Galaxy
all those frail geniuses died of syphilis or TB.”
― In the Next Galaxy
“All pauses in space,
a violent compression of meaning
in an instant within the meaningless.”
― In the Next Galaxy
a violent compression of meaning
in an instant within the meaningless.”
― In the Next Galaxy
“March 15, 1998
Let me forget
when the hanged man
looks in the window.
Outside, the desperate
speak in a lost language.
Let us in, they sigh,
with the tongues of waterfalls.
But you, out of breath,
category of the misplaced;
serial-killer of my days;
while my left ventricle
pumps the exact pressure
of the universe . . .
in spite of your default,
with no substantial reason,
I speak for you
as though you are still here.
We are arranged like that.
A sad mistake, a Mendelbrot,
a fractal glitch, a gift from zero.”
― In the Next Galaxy
Let me forget
when the hanged man
looks in the window.
Outside, the desperate
speak in a lost language.
Let us in, they sigh,
with the tongues of waterfalls.
But you, out of breath,
category of the misplaced;
serial-killer of my days;
while my left ventricle
pumps the exact pressure
of the universe . . .
in spite of your default,
with no substantial reason,
I speak for you
as though you are still here.
We are arranged like that.
A sad mistake, a Mendelbrot,
a fractal glitch, a gift from zero.”
― In the Next Galaxy
“the resuscitation promised
season after season, more and more
like the paramedic breathing into
the heart-stopped victim; the victim
stretched unconscious on the sidewalk,
the savior with the fix leaning into
and sucking the dead back
to the difficult, even impossible,
even dreaded and unwanted quick.”
― In the Next Galaxy
season after season, more and more
like the paramedic breathing into
the heart-stopped victim; the victim
stretched unconscious on the sidewalk,
the savior with the fix leaning into
and sucking the dead back
to the difficult, even impossible,
even dreaded and unwanted quick.”
― In the Next Galaxy
“Not so much a game
as a sphere,
a mystery.
Held up to light,
a small hole
into another dimension.”
― In the Next Galaxy
as a sphere,
a mystery.
Held up to light,
a small hole
into another dimension.”
― In the Next Galaxy
“Strange imagined shapes of things,
wild distortions of the familiar,
like the galaxies, pinpoints,
of the imagined; until
the polished multiple eyes
of lofted telescopes —
while buffeted by cosmic dust
and plasma —
passed down bit by bit
the great glass marble of the universe.”
― In the Next Galaxy
wild distortions of the familiar,
like the galaxies, pinpoints,
of the imagined; until
the polished multiple eyes
of lofted telescopes —
while buffeted by cosmic dust
and plasma —
passed down bit by bit
the great glass marble of the universe.”
― In the Next Galaxy
“The Provider
Several crows were lined up along the ridge of a quite ordinary house. 'These ridge poles are a good idea,' said a young one. 'Who dreamed it up?' 'This place of rest is a fortuitous gift from the moon,' said a raven who was mixing with the hoi polloi today. 'The moon is a relative of the roc, a distant cousin of mine. Believe me,' he said, stretching his wings out to their full advantage and pushing the crows at the end off balance, so several leaped into the wind and cried, 'caw' . . . 'it depends on your original stock. I've got a piece of the roc.' The moon rose spectral and drained, a gossamer imprint of her nighttime self, a reminder of crystal fracture, the load of swinging primitive stones, the ancient hairy arms with slingshots. A sudden explosion and the sky was defined with flapping and cawing. 'What was that?' cried the young one who was addicted to awe. 'Who knows?' replied the raven. 'Often the moon demands a sacrifice. As a close relative, it is now my duty to go and eat the meat. For it is said, nothing is wasted; nothing is without purpose.' And the raven rose and flew toward the hunters.”
― In the Next Galaxy
Several crows were lined up along the ridge of a quite ordinary house. 'These ridge poles are a good idea,' said a young one. 'Who dreamed it up?' 'This place of rest is a fortuitous gift from the moon,' said a raven who was mixing with the hoi polloi today. 'The moon is a relative of the roc, a distant cousin of mine. Believe me,' he said, stretching his wings out to their full advantage and pushing the crows at the end off balance, so several leaped into the wind and cried, 'caw' . . . 'it depends on your original stock. I've got a piece of the roc.' The moon rose spectral and drained, a gossamer imprint of her nighttime self, a reminder of crystal fracture, the load of swinging primitive stones, the ancient hairy arms with slingshots. A sudden explosion and the sky was defined with flapping and cawing. 'What was that?' cried the young one who was addicted to awe. 'Who knows?' replied the raven. 'Often the moon demands a sacrifice. As a close relative, it is now my duty to go and eat the meat. For it is said, nothing is wasted; nothing is without purpose.' And the raven rose and flew toward the hunters.”
― In the Next Galaxy
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