EPITAPH Now I'm not the brightest knife in the drawer, but I know a couple things about this life: poverty silence, impermanence discipline and mystery The world is not illusory, we are From crimson thread to toe tag If you are not disturbed there is something seriously wrong with you, I'm sorry And I know who I am I'll be a voice coming from nowhere, inside-- be glad for me.
This is no occupation for an adult who can look other adults in the eye, carry his own weight, and count himself one of them. - Franz Wright
This is no occupation for an adult who can look other adults in the eye, carry his own weight, and count himself one of them.
- Franz Wright
Poem in other words may or may not result from inspiration but must (in reader and author alike) produce it-- - Franz Wright
Poem in other words may or may not result from inspiration but must (in reader and author alike) produce it--
literature will lose, sunlight will win, don't worry. - Franz Wright
literature will lose, sunlight will win, don't worry.
The humiliation I go through/when I think of my past/can only be described as grace./We are created by being destroyed. - Franz Wright
The humiliation I go through/when I think of my past/can only be described as grace./We are created by being destroyed.
The long silences need to be loved, perhaps more than the words which arrive to describe them in time. - Franz Wright
The long silences need to be loved, perhaps more than the words which arrive to describe them in time.
I basked in you; I loved you, helplessly, with a boundless tongue-tied love. And death doesn't prevent me from loving you. Besides, in my opinion you… - Franz Wright
I basked in you; I loved you, helplessly, with a boundless tongue-tied love. And death doesn't prevent me from loving you. Besides, in my opinion you…
There is only one heart in my body, have mercy on me. - Franz Wright
There is only one heart in my body, have mercy on me.
I believe one day the distance between myself and God will / disappear. - Franz Wright
I believe one day the distance between myself and God will / disappear.
And the night smells like snow. Walking home for a moment you almost believe you could start again. And an intense love rushes to your heart, and… - Franz Wright
And the night smells like snow. Walking home for a moment you almost believe you could start again. And an intense love rushes to your heart, and…
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