What is this last breathe, like the song that was the first song she heard, when, crouched in the bushes she undid herself for the book in her hands, and the boy in her soul, who is now many miles away, who is now, slipping himself into pages, into the fainter spots between bleeding ink,… Continue reading poem: what is this last breathe
Author: elizabeth claire
poetry for the desperate and the romantic. university student, bored out of her mind.
quote: i sometimes have a queer feeling with regard to you
“It is a long way to Ireland, Janet, and I am sorry to send my little friend on such weary travels: but if I can't do better, how is it to be helped? Are you anything akin to me, do you think, Jane?" I could risk no sort of answer by this time: my heart… Continue reading quote: i sometimes have a queer feeling with regard to you
poem: heathcliff
come out of hatred like a bloom and a dark peat bone rattling over grays and graves and the gravity of it because the lily is dead your soul is dead, flown away before ever cleansed I can kiss the heather over you but I find a caste where all the marble has drained… Continue reading poem: heathcliff
quote: nelly, i am heathcliff
“I cannot express it; but surely you and everybody have a notion that there is or should be an existence of yours beyond you. What were the use of my creation, if I were entirely contained here? My great miseries in this world have been Heathcliff's miseries, and I watched and felt each from the… Continue reading quote: nelly, i am heathcliff
writing: mostly, i am made of nothing
Mostly, I am made of nothing. There is a part in life when you realize that, ultimately, you have failed and what you're doing has no point. Religion, ambition--those things matter. But I was standing alone and thinking this and people were streaming past me, and I didn't see where the mattering came into contact… Continue reading writing: mostly, i am made of nothing
quote: i am made of literature
“I have no literary interests; I am made of literature. I am nothing else and cannot be anything else.” ― Franz Kafka [quote from goodreads]
quote: i want to write something new
“I want to write something new - something extraordinary and beautiful and simple and intricately patterned. As usual, F. Scott Fitzgerald” [quote from goodreads]
poem: come like death
come like death unto my sex—I would take your eyelash in my—stomach as the light heaves down over blue taunt hills as sheets well up in my—fingers like glass the cracking of your breath along my legs the cracking of my rosary on the hospital—floor fallen like a child’s fingernails— the fingernails dimpling— into my… Continue reading poem: come like death
poem: stretched across the hotel bed
Stretched across the hotel bed is Axl Rose with his chin gathered up in clinical Defiance his arms and legs are Tangled up in bitterness And the white sheets which Still have my skin cells lined into them from Last night only cover Half his chest and the other part Is purely muscle and hard… Continue reading poem: stretched across the hotel bed
quote: the book must be the axe
“I think we ought to read only the kind of books that wound or stab us. If the book we're reading doesn't wake us up with a blow to the head, what are we reading for? So that it will make us happy, as you write? Good Lord, we would be happy precisely if we… Continue reading quote: the book must be the axe
the last pavilion 