“The rain fell; and, falling, it was rain, but, having fallen, it was blood.”— Edgar Allan Poe, from The Complete Works of E. A. P.; “Siope, A Fable,”
Diamond Head (x)
"The more you love a memory, the stronger and stranger it becomes."
- Vladimir Nabokov
“How inconsolable, how atrocious / you are in the feverish sunshine.”— César Vallejo, tr. by Clayton Eshleman, from Selected Poem; “LXIX,”
“I will find my way to eternity within you.”— Saul Williams, from “Said The Shotgun To The Head,” published c. 2009
“I had a task…to become a star in the sky.”— Ludwig Wittgenstein, from a diary entry written c. December 1913
“Her eyes are like velvet, the way only dark eyes can be, hers now are a mixture of still water and silt, revealing nothing at present except a kind of drowsy sweetness.”— Marguerite Duras, from “The Ravishing of Lol Stein,” published c. 1964



