I would hurl words into this darkness and wait for an echo, and if an echo sounded, no matter how faintly, I would send other words to tell, to march, to fight, to create a sense of the hunger for life that gnaws in us all.
Richard WrightGrief loves the hollow; all it wants is to hear its own echo.
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An immense body, encircling my delirium, a body made of wind and sunlight, crouching and stretching, encompassed the existence of the slightest human echo.
Tag: delirium surrealism echo
Maybe any love we ever have is an angel in whatever form...
Francesca Lia BlockTag: echo
He squinted up at the straining muscular backs of the stone men supporing the dome. "You'll have to take me to some museums," he said. He was being the young man on the road, following the sun because gray weather made him suicidal, writing his poetry in his mind in diners and gas station men's rooms across the country. "But I did see a show of Hopper once. And I like his light. It was kind of lonely or something.
Or, "The world's a mess, it's in my kiss,' like John and Exene say," he mumbled. We were in a leather store on Market Street being punks on acid with skunk-striped hair and steel-toed boots.
Tag: echo francesca-lia-block thorn
Echoes are more noisy than the source.
Toba BetaI will not eat cakes or cookies or food. I will be thin, thin, pure. I will be pure and empty. Weight dropping off. Ninety-nine... ninety-five... ninety-two... ninety. Just one more to eighty-nine. Where does it go? Where in the universe does it go?
Francesca Lia BlockTag: eating-disorder echo pure thin
Strong words resonate.
Toba BetaTag: words strong echo resonance
What you listen in heart, are echoes of the past.
What you write today, will be echoed in the future.
Tag: past future write listen echo
What a queer planet!" he thought. "It is altogether dry, and altogether pointed, and altogether harsh and forbidding. And the people have no imagination. They repeat whatever one says to them . . . On my planet I had a flower; she always was the first to speak . . .
Antoine de Saint-ExupéryTag: the-little-prince echo
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