All together now, all you masochists out there, specially those of you don’t have a partner tonight, alone with those fantasies that don’t look like they’ll ever come true-want you to just join in here with your brothers and sisters, let each other know you’re alive and sincere, try to break through the silences, try to reach through and connect…
Pain and suffering are always inevitable for a large intelligence and a deep heart.
We sometimes encounter people, even perfect strangers, who begin to interest us at first sight, somehow suddenly, all at once, before a word has been spoken.
I swear to you, gentlemen, that to be overly conscious is a sickness, a real, thorough sickness.
You can woo a girl with a poem, but you can’t hold on to her with a poem. Not even with a poetry movement.
Roberto Bolaño, “The Savage Detectives” (via lifeinpoetry)