I wish I had something else. A redemptive imagination, for example. The life of the mind is a disappointment
What is a ghost? Something dead that seems to be alive. Something dead that doesn’t know it’s dead.
Self Portrait Against Red Wallpaper / The Dislocated Room
To be a bird, or a flock of birds doing something together, one or many, starling or murmuration. To be a man on a hill, or all the men on all the hills, or half a man shivering in the flock of himself. These are some choices.
Richard Siken, from “The Language of the Birds” (via voirlvmer)
