Posts tagged words

Stories are like snapshots, pictures snatched out of time, with clean hard edges. But this was life, and life always begins and ends in a bloody muddle, womb to tomb, just one big mess, a can of worms left to rot in the sun.
James Crumley, The Last Good Kiss (via vintagecrimeblacklizard)
Words bounce. Words, if you let them, will do what they want to do and what they have to do.
Anne Carson, Autobiography of Red (via larmoyante)
All is always now. Words strain,
Crack and sometimes break, under the burden,
Under the tension, slip, slide, perish,
Will not stay still.
T. S. Eliot (via observando)
The aesthetic event is something as evident, as immediate, as indefinable as love, the taste of fruit, of water. We feel poetry as we feel the closeness of a woman, or as we feel a mountain or a bay. If we feel it immediately, why dilute it with other words, which no doubt will be weaker than our feelings?
Jorge Luis Borges, from a lectured entitled “Poetry”, 1977 (via bookoasis)