words – Page 6 – the moon is beautiful

sirxusblack:

the jailer / three women, sylvia plath

I hoard books. They are people who do not leave.

Anne Sexton, A Self-Portrait In Letters (via wordsnquotes)

I’m a strange new kind of inbetween
thing aren’t I

not at home with the dead nor with the
living

Sophokles (Sophocles), from Antigone tr. Anne Carson

(via lifeinpoetry)

taluluto:

sisyphus is a found poem created entirely from rearranged phrases from dril tweets

Our poems are what the gods couldn’t make without going through us.

Dean Young, The Art of Recklessness: Poetry as Assertive Force and Contradiction (Graywolf Press, 2010)

They may be called the Palace Guard, the City Guard, or the Patrol. Whatever the name, their purpose in any work of heroic fantasy is identical: it is, round about Chapter Three (or ten minutes into the film) to rush into the room, attack the hero one at a time, and be slaughtered. No one ever asks them if they wanted to.
This book is dedicated to those fine men.

Guards Guards – Terry Pratchett

We almost always forgive those we understand.

Mikhail Lermontov, A Hero of Our Time (via wordsnquotes)

Persephone is the girl who drinks pomegranate juice
And sits in the corner
She takes photos of nature
And grows lavender in her window-box
She is the girl who always buys the freshest peaches
The girl who takes off her shoes to run in the park
But she is also the girl
With a set of brass knuckles
Hidden in the pocket of her skirt.

Modern Persephone (via goddessofidiocy)

‘Never trust a survivor,’ my father used to warn me, ‘until you find out what he did to stay alive.’

Kurt Vonnegut, Bluebeard

I have a violence in me that is hot as death-blood.

Sylvia Plath, from ‘The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath’ (via advotiya-raskolnikova)