“I Said Nothing To The Woman I Loved But Gathered Love’s Adjectives Into A Suitcase And Fled From

— Ann Packer, The Dive From Clausen's Pier

Cleveland Trust building, stairs. Photograph by Margaret Bourke-White, 1929.

Necessity may be the mother of invention

But desire is the mother of transformation

Slavko Mihalić, “Maestro Extinguish the Candle” (trans. Peter Kastmiler), Contemporary East European Poetry: An Anthology

April 14, 1923 Journals of Anais Nin 1923-1927 [volume 3]

Martin Buxbaum

He literally laid down right in front of me, I am so blessed.

Clarice Lispector, from Água Viva; translated by Stefan Tobler

Text ID: All of me is writing to you and I feel the taste of being and the taste-of-you...

the trial 1962