“Literature is love. I think it went like this: drawings in the cave, sounds in the cave, songs in the cave, songs about us. Later, stories about us. Part of what we always did was have sex and fight about it and break each other’s hearts. I guess there’s other kinds of love too. Great friendships. Working together. But poetry and novels are lists of our devotions. We love the feel of making the marks as the feelings are rising and falling. Living in literature and love is the best thing there is. You’re always home.” ThinkingFeelsHeartKindStoriesFeelingsHomeTogetherSongFallFightingLiteratureSexSoundLove IsBreakNovelAnd LoveMarkDrawingListsDevotionBest ThingsRisingWorking TogetherCavesKinds Of LoveGreat FriendGreat Friendship Author:Eileen Myles
“The poet’s life is just so much crenellated waste, nights and days whipping swiftly or laboriously past the cinematic window. We’re hunched and weaving over the keys of our green our grey or pink blue manual typewriter maybe a darker stone cold thoritative selectric with its orgasmic expectant hum and us popping pills and laughing over what you or I just wrote, wondering if that line means insult or sex. Or both. Usually both.” IfsMeanPastLife IsNightSexLinesWonderLaughingPoetKeysColdWasteStonesWindowBlueGreenInsultGreyPillsTypewritersManualsCinematicWeavingPoppingWhippingStone Cold Author:Eileen Myles
