#po

In the midst of a foggy field, the answers are hidden But the impossible journey deems them forbidden. ↗

— Jessica Sorensen

#death

Poets are interested primarily in death and commas. ↗

— Carolyn Kizer

#commas #death #kizer #poetry #poets

Golf is a game to be played between cricket and death. ↗

— Colin Ingleby-Mackenzie

#death #golf #sport #death

But only part of him was listening. Another part, even if it hadn't read Chomsky or Jung or Sheldrake—who had time for dead guys anyway?— at least had a basic understanding of what those guys had gone on about. Quantum nonlocality, quantum consciousness—Desjardins had seen too many cases of mass coincidence to dismiss the idea that nine billion human minds could be imperceptibly interconnected somehow. He’d never really thought about it much, but on some level he’d believed in the Collective Unconscious for years. He just hadn’t realized that the fucking thing had a death wish. ↗

— Peter Watts

#hundredth-monkey #polygenesis #death

Your friends, and your associates, and the people around you, and the environment that you live in, and the speakers around you - the speakers around you - and the communicators around you, are the poetry makers. If your mother tells you stories, she is a poetry maker. If your father says stories, he is a poetry maker. If your grandma tells you stories, she is a poetry maker. And that’s who forms our poetics. ↗

— Juan Felipe Herrera

#poetry #communication

She was like John Rambo meets Polly Pocket; Dakota Fanning crossed with Death Wish 4. ↗

— Mark Millar

#death-wish #epic #girl-power #hardcore #john-rambo

With the rise of America, the global balance of power shifted away from the old European powers. ↗

— Armstrong Williams

#away #balance #balance of power #european #european powers

Certainly, the terror of a deserted house swells in geometrical rather than arithmetical progression as houses multiply to form a city of stark desolation. The sight of such endless avenues of fishy-eyed vacancy and death, and the thought of such linked infinities of black, brooding compartments given over to cob-webs and memories and the conqueror worm, start up vestigial fears and aversions that not even the stoutest philosophy can disperse. ↗

— H.P. Lovecraft

#spooky #terror #death

seeing a woman cough today made me sense a vague fear of death ↗

— Brandon Scott Gorrell

#fear #poetry #death

This world- To what may I liken it? To autumn fields lit dimly in the dusk by lightning flashes. ↗

— Yu Minamoto

#death