( via / lanny quarles on fb )

"In this world of the margin, everyone transits."

"Self-portrait

A lens of crystal whose transparence calms
Queer stars to clarity, and disentangles
Fox-fires to form austere refracted angles;
A texture polished on the horny palms
Of vast equivocal creatures, beast or human:
A flint, a substance finer-grained than snow,
Graved with the Graces in intaglio
To set sarcastic sigil on the woman.

This for the mind, and for the little rest
A hollow scooped to blackness in the breast,
The simulacrum of a cloud, a feather:
Instead of stone, instead of sculptured strength,
This soul, this vanity, blown hither and thither
By trivial breath, over the whole world's length."

--Elinor Wylie

"To write poetry is therefore to write a perpetual revolution against the reigning powers."

"Let a Menlo pot save some bibelots." --Dr Awkward & Olson in Oslo

Toxic Sonnets.