“The woman is not just a pleasure, nor even a problem. She is a meniscus that allows the absolute to have a shape, that lets him skate however briefly on the mystery, her presence luminous on the ordinary and the grand. Like the odor at night in Pittsburgh’s empty streets after summer rain on maples and sycamore.” ProblemNightPleasureMysteryStreetsShapesSummerOrdinaryRainEmptyAbsolutesLuminousSkatesOdorPittsburghMapleSummer RainEmpty Streets Book:The Dance Most of All: Poems Source: The Dance Most of All: Poems
“Why is it that nobody cries out, nobody spits in their faces, nobody jumps at their throats? We doff our caps to the S.S. men returning from the little wood; if our name is called out we obediently go with them to die, and we do nothing. We starve, we are drenched by rain, we are torn from our families. What is this mystery? This strange power of one man over another? This insane passivity that cannot be overcome? Our only strength is our great number; the gas chambers cannot accommodate all of us.” IfsMenLittlesFacesDiesNamesNumbersMysteryCryStrangeRainOvercomingWoodsInsaneOur FamilyGasOne ManThroatTornChamberCapsSpitAccommodatePassivityPower Of OneGas Chambers Author:Tadeusz Borowski
“Questions, inside the larger mystery of sorrow, which contains us and our daily transit, and is large enough indeed to contain the whole shifting tidal theater where I make small constructions, my metaphors, my defenses. Against which I play out theories, doubts, certainties bright as high tide in sunlight, which shift just as that brightness does, in fog or rain.” DoeEnoughPlayWholeDoubtMysteryTheorySorrowRainTheaterMetaphorDefenseCertaintyConstructionTidesSunlightFogShiftingBrightness Author:Mark Doty
“When the devil makes his offer (always open incidentally) of the kingdoms of the earth, it is the bordellos which glow so alluringly to most of us, not the banks and the counting-houses and the snow-swept corridors of power . . . Sex is the mysticism of a materialistic society - in the beginning was the Flesh, and the Flesh became Word; with its own mysteries - this is my birth pill; swallow it in remembrance of me! - and its own sacred texts and scriptures - the erotica which fall like black atomic rain on the just and unjust alike, drenching us, stupefying us. To be carnally minded is life!” EarthFallHouseSexBlackMysteryBirthOffersDevilRainSacredFleshScriptureSnowKingdomsMysticismRemembranceUnjustPillsCountingMaterialisticCorridorsSacred Texts Author:Malcolm Muggeridge
“Long as I remember, rain been comin' down; Clouds of mystery fallin', confusion on the ground; Good men through the ages, trying to find the sun; And I wonder, still I wonder: Who will stop the rain?” MenTryingLongStillsAgeRememberWonderSunMysteryRainCloudsConfusionGood Man Author:John Fogerty
“I was on the verge of something numinous and profound and in one more second the universe was going to crack open and arcana would rain down on my head like grace and all the cosmic mysteries were going to be revealed.” UniverseGraceMysteryRainProfoundCracksCosmicVergeNuminous Book:Emotionally Weird: A Novel Source: Emotionally Weird: A Novel
“Do you realize it’s been only a century that we’ve been able to go from house to car to office to car to wherever, with the heater on, and the defroster on, protected from the rain and the cold? It hasn’t been much longer than that we’ve had lighting for streets. Think of all that darkness, all that world out there, all that mystery that we’ve turned into well-lighted concrete bunkers, safe and warm and dull.” ThinkingWorldWellsAbleHouseRealizingDarknessMysteryStreetsCenturyCarColdSafeOfficeRainWarmDullConcreteProtectedLightingBunkers Author:Sheri S. Tepper
“The man who believes that the secrets of the world are forever hidden lives in mystery and fear. Superstition will drag him down. The rain will erode the deeds of his life. But that man who sets himself the task of singling out the thread of order from the tapestry will by the decision alone have taken charge of the world and it is only by such taking charge that he will effect a way to dictate the terms of his own fate.” MenWorldWayBelieveOrderFearTermDecisionSecretForeverTakenFateMysteryEffectsRainTasksDeedsDragSuperstitionsThreadTapestryErodeTaking Charge Book:Blood Meridian: Picador Classic Source: Blood Meridian: Picador Classic
“There is nothing more poetic and terrible than the skyscrapers' battle with the heavens that cover them. Snow, rain, and mist highlight, drench, or conceal the vast towers, but those towers, hostile to mystery and blind to any sort of play, shear off the rain's tresses and shine their three thousand swords through the soft swan of the fog.” PlayThreeHeavenMysteryTerribleBattleThousandRainBlindShiningSnowPoeticTowersFogHostileMistHighlightsSwansSkyscraperTresses Author:Federico Garcia Lorca