“When along the pavement,Palpitating flames of life,People flicker around me,I forget my bereavement,The gap in the great constellation,The place where a star used to be”
“When along the pavement,Palpitating flames of life,People flicker around me,I forget my bereavement,The gap in the great constellation,The place where a star used to be”
D.H. Lawrence
“For my part, I prefer my heart to be broken. It is so lovely, dawn-kaleidoscopic within the crack.”
D.H. Lawrence“And she shrank away again, back into her darkness, and for a long while remained blotted safely away from living.”
D.H. Lawrence, The Rainbow“There was no sense to life, to the structure of things. D.H. Lawrence had known that. You needed love, but not the kind of love most people used and were used up by. Old D.H. had known something. His buddy Huxley was just an intellectual fidget, but what a marvelous one. Better than G.B. Shaw with that hard keel of a mind always scraping bottom, his labored wit finally only a task, a burden on himself, preventing him from really feeling anything, his brilliant speech finally a bore, scraping the mind and the sensibilities. It was good to read them all though. It made you realize that thoughts and words could be fascinating, if finally useless.”
Charles Bukowski, Ham on Rye“Every man who is acutely alive is acutely wrestling his own soul.”
D.H. Lawrence, Women in love“You are the call and I am the answer,You are the wish, and I the fulfilment,You are the night, and I the day. What else? It is perfect enough. It is perfectly complete. You and I, What more—? Strange, how we suffer in spite of this!”
D.H. Lawrence, Look! We Have Come Through!“There was the loud noise of water, as ever, something eternal and maddening in its sound, like the sound of Time itself, rustling and rushing and wavering, but never for a second ceasing. The rushing of Time that continues throughout eternity, this is the sound of the icy streams of Switzerland, something that mocks and destroys out warm being.”
D.H. Lawrence, D.H. Lawrence and Italy: Twilight in Italy/Sea and Sardinia/Etruscan Places“Time went on grey, uncloured, like a long journey where she sat unconscious as the landscape unrolled beside her.”
D.H. Lawrence“The novel is the one bright book of life. Books are not life. They are only tremulations on the ether. But the novel as a tremulation can make the whole man alive tremble.”
D.H. Lawrence“Gods should be iridescent, like the rainbow in the storm. Man creates a God in his own image, and the gods grow old along with the men that made them... But the god-stuff roars eternally, like the sea, with too vast a sound to be heard.”
D.H. Lawrence“Sometimes a high moon, liquid-brilliant, scudded across a hollow space and took cover under electric, brown-iridescent cloud-edges.”
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