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Choice Relics

“A written word is the choicest of relics. It is something at once more intimate with us and more universal than any other work of art. It is the work of art nearest to life itself. It may be translated into every language, and not only be read but actually breathed from all human lips — not be represented on canvas or in marble only, but be carved out of the breath of life itself.” — Henry David Thoreau

“We are cups…constantly and quietly being filled. The trick is knowing how to tip ourselves over and let the beautiful stuff out.” — Ray Bradbury

“Speak less”
my mother used to say,
“words are precious,
and your life depends
on the amount we are each given;
keep them close to your heart
and write what you cannot say –
for the pieces you share with this world
are the ones that will keep you a part of it
even after you are gone.”

— Pavana पवन

We are lonesome animals. We spend all our life trying to be less lonesome. One of our ancient methods is to tell a story begging the listener to say — and to feel — “Yes, that’s the way it is, or at least that’s the way I feel it. You’re not as alone as you thought.” — John Steinbeck

“Words save our lives, sometimes.” — Neil Gaiman, The Ocean at the End of the Lane.


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June 27, 2014 · 12:01 am



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June 26, 2014 · 12:06 am

Quiet Ceremonies

The lovers say nothing.
Love is the finest of the silences,
the one that trembles most and is hardest to bear.

— Jaime Sabines, from ‘The Lovers’

So beautiful was the sound of their voices that by degrees they scarcely listened to the words they framed. Long silences came between their words, which were no longer silences of struggle and confusion but refreshing silences, in which trivial thoughts moved easily.

— Virginia Woolf, from The Voyage Out

Those Of Us Who Think We Know

Those of us who think we know
the same secrets
are silent together most of the time,
for us there is eloquence
in desire, and for a while
when in love and exhausted
it’s enough to nod like shy horses
and come together in a quiet ceremony of tongues.

It’s in disappointment we look for words
to convince us
the spaces between the stars are nothing
to worry about,
it’s when those secrets burst
in that emptiness between our hearts
and the lumps in our throats.
And the words we find
are always insufficient, like love,
though they are often lovely
and all we have.

— Stephen Dunn

For language to have meaning there must be intervals of silence somewhere, to divide word from word and utterance from utterance. He who retires into silence does not necessarily hate language. Perhaps it is love and respect for language which imposes silence upon him.

— Thomas Merton, from Disputed Questions

Maybe the silence you move through
shaped me, the way

a church bell ringing resonates
long after the ear ceases to perceive it,

the way waves space themselves
until they stop.

Nick Flynn, from ‘Man Dancing with a Paper Cup’

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June 3, 2014 · 4:07 pm

St Ives May 2014


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June 3, 2014 · 11:39 am