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  • #1
    Richard Siken
    “Eventually something you love is going to be taken away. And then you will fall to the floor crying. And then, however much later, it is finally happening to you: you’re falling to the floor crying thinking, “I am falling to the floor crying,” but there’s an element of the ridiculous to it — you knew it would happen and, even worse, while you’re on the floor crying you look at the place where the wall meets the floor and you realize you didn’t paint it very well.”
    Richard Siken

  • #2
    Richard Siken
    “Every morning the maple leaves.
    Every morning another chapter where the hero shifts
    from one foot to the other. Every morning the same big
    and little words all spelling out desire, all spelling out
    You will be alone always and then you will die.
    So maybe I wanted to give you something more than a catalog
    of non-definitive acts,
    something other than the desperation.
    Dear So-and-So, I’m sorry I couldn’t come to your party.
    Dear So-and-So, I’m sorry I came to your party
    and seduced you
    and left you bruised and ruined, you poor sad thing.
    You want a better story. Who wouldn’t?

    A forest, then. Beautiful trees. And a lady singing.
    Love on the water, love underwater, love, love and so on.
    What a sweet lady. Sing lady, sing! Of course, she wakes the dragon.
    Love always wakes the dragon and suddenly
    flames everywhere.
    I can tell already you think I’m the dragon,
    that would be so like me, but I’m not. I’m not the dragon.
    I’m not the princess either.
    Who am I? I’m just a writer. I write things down.
    I walk through your dreams and invent the future. Sure,
    I sink the boat of love, but that comes later. And yes, I swallow
    glass, but that comes later.

    Let me do it right for once,
    for the record, let me make a thing of cream and stars that becomes,
    you know the story, simply heaven.
    Inside your head you hear a phone ringing
    and when you open your eyes
    only a clearing with deer in it. Hello deer.
    Inside your head the sound of glass,
    a car crash sound as the trucks roll over and explode in slow motion.
    Hello darling, sorry about that.
    Sorry about the bony elbows, sorry we
    lived here, sorry about the scene at the bottom of the stairwell
    and how I ruined everything by saying it out loud.
    Especially that, but I should have known.

    Inside your head you hear
    a phone ringing, and when you open your eyes you’re washing up
    in a stranger’s bathroom,
    standing by the window in a yellow towel, only twenty minutes away
    from the dirtiest thing you know.
    All the rooms of the castle except this one, says someone, and suddenly
    suddenly only darkness.
    In the living room, in the broken yard,
    in the back of the car as the lights go by. In the airport
    bathroom’s gurgle and flush, bathed in a pharmacy of
    unnatural light,
    my hands looking weird, my face weird, my feet too far away.
    I arrived in the city and you met me at the station,
    smiling in a way
    that made me frightened. Down the alley, around the arcade,
    up the stairs of the building
    to the little room with the broken faucets, your drawings, all your things,
    I looked out the window and said
    This doesn’t look that much different from home,
    because it didn’t,
    but then I noticed the black sky and all those lights.

    We were inside the train car when I started to cry. You were crying too,
    smiling and crying in a way that made me
    even more hysterical. You said I could have anything I wanted, but I
    just couldn’t say it out loud.
    Actually, you said Love, for you,
    is larger than the usual romantic love. It’s like a religion. It’s
    terrifying. No one
    will ever want to sleep with you.
    Okay, if you’re so great, you do it—
    here’s the pencil, make it work …
    If the window is on your right, you are in your own bed. If the window
    is over your heart, and it is painted shut, then we are breathing
    river water.

    Dear Forgiveness, you know that recently
    we have had our difficulties and there are many things
    I want to ask you.
    I tried that one time, high school, second lunch, and then again,
    years later, in the chlorinated pool.
    I am still talking to you about help. I still do not have
    these luxuries.
    I have told you where I’m coming from, so put it together.
    I want more applesauce. I want more seats reserved for heroes.
    Dear Forgiveness, I saved a plate for you.
    Quit milling around the yard and come inside.”
    Richard Siken

  • #3
    Richard Siken
    “Tell me about the dream where we pull the bodies out of the lake
                                                                                    and dress them in warm clothes again.
              How it was late, and no one could sleep, the horses running
    until they forget that they are horses.
                        It’s not like a tree where the roots have to end somewhere,
              it’s more like a song on a policeman’s radio,
                                  how we rolled up the carpet so we could dance, and the days
    were bright red, and every time we kissed there was another apple
                                                                                                                            to slice into pieces.
    Look at the light through the windowpane. That means it’s noon, that means
              we're inconsolable.
                                                                Tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us.
    These, our bodies, possessed by light.
                                                                                              Tell me we’ll never get used to it.”
    Richard Siken, Crush

  • #4
    Richard Siken
    “You go to work the next day pretending nothing happened.
    Your co-workers ask
    if everything's okay and you tell them
    you're just tired.
    And you're trying to smile. And they're trying to smile.”
    Richard Siken

  • #5
    Richard Siken
    “Here I am
    leaving you clues. I am singing now while Rome
    burns. We are all just trying to be holy. My applejack,
    my silent night, just mash your lips against me.
    We are all going forward. None of us are going back.”
    Richard Siken

  • #6
    Richard Siken
    “          The blond boy in the red trunks is holding your head underwater
    because he is trying to kill you,
                        and you deserve it, you do, and you know this,
                                            and you are ready to die in this swimming pool
              because you wanted to touch his hands and lips and this means
                                                                                    your life is over anyway.
                                  You’re in eighth grade. You know these things.
              You know how to ride a dirt bike, and you know how to do
                        long division,
    and you know that a boy who likes boys is a dead boy, unless
                                                      he keeps his mouth shut, which is what you
                                                                                                                  didn't do,
              because you are weak and hollow and it doesn't matter anymore.”
    Richard Siken, Crush

  • #7
    Richard Siken
    “We have not touched the stars,
    nor are we forgiven, which brings us back
    to the hero’s shoulders and the gentleness that comes,
    not from the absence of violence, but despite
    the abundance of it.”
    Richard Siken, Crush

  • #8
    Richard Siken
    “You’re falling now. You’re swimming. This is not
              harmless. You are not
    Richard Siken, Crush

  • #9
    Richard Siken
    “All night I streched my arms across
    him, rivers of blood, the dark woods, singing
    with all my skin and bone ''Please keep him safe.
    Let him lay his head on my chest and we will be
    like sailors, swimming in the sound of it, dashed
    to pieces.'' Makes a cathedral, him pressing against
    me, his lips at my neck, and yes, I do believe
    his mouth is heaven, his kisses falling over me like stars.”
    Richard Siken, Crush

  • #10
    Richard Siken
    “We still groped for each other on the backstairs or in parked cars
                                                                                                                                                          as the road around us
    grew glossy with ice and our breath softened the view through the glass
                        already laced with frost,
    but more frequently I was finding myself sleepless, and he was running out of
    But damn if there isn’t anything sexier
                                                                than a slender boy with a handgun,
                                                                                                                                      a fast car, a bottle of pills.”
    Richard Siken, Crush
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  • #11
    Richard Siken
    “I woke up in the morning and I didn’t want anything, didn’t do anything, couldn’t do it anyway, just lay there listening to the blood rush
    through me and it never made any sense, anything.”
    Richard Siken

  • #12
    Richard Siken
    “Tell me we're dead and I'll love you even more.”
    Richard Siken, Crush

  • #13
    Richard Siken
    “The way you slam your body into mine reminds me I’m alive, but monsters are always hungry, darling, and they’re only a few steps behind you, finding the flaw, the poor weld, the place where we weren’t stitched up quite right, the place they could almost slip right into through if the skin wasn’t trying to keep them out, to keep them here, on the other side of the theater where the curtain keeps rising. I crawled out the window and ran into the woods. I had to make up all the words myself. The way they taste, the way they sound in the air. I passed through the narrow gate, stumbled in, stumbled around for a while, and stumbled back out. I made this place for you. A place for to love me. If this isn’t a kingdom then I don’t know what is.”
    Richard Siken, Crush

  • #14
    It takes courage to grow up and become who you really are.
    “It takes courage to grow up and become who you really are.”
    E.E. Cummings

  • #15
    E.E. Cummings
    “Unbeing dead isn't being alive.”
    E.E. Cummings

  • #16
    E.E. Cummings
    “To be nobody but
    yourself in a world
    which is doing its best day and night to make you like
    everybody else means to fight the hardest battle
    which any human being can fight and never stop fighting.”
    E.E. Cummings

  • #17
    E.E. Cummings
    “We do not believe in ourselves until someone reveals that deep inside us something is valuable, worth listening to, worthy of our trust, sacred to our touch. Once we believe in ourselves we can risk curiosity, wonder, spontaneous delight or any experience that reveals the human spirit.”
    E.E. Cummings

  • #18
    E.E. Cummings
    “listen: there’s a hell
    of a good universe next door; let’s go”
    E.E. Cummings

  • #19
    E.E. Cummings
    “The three saddest things are the ill wanting to be well, the poor wanting to be rich, and the constant traveler saying 'anywhere but here'.”
    E.E. Cummings

  • #20
    E.E. Cummings
    “One's not half of two; two are halves of one.”
    E.E. Cummings

  • #21
    E.E. Cummings
    “Humanity I love you because when you're hard up you pawn your intelligence to buy a drink.”
    E.E. Cummings

  • #22
    E.E. Cummings
    “Anybody can learn to think, or believe, or know, but not a single human being can be taught to feel... the moment you feel, you're nobody-but-yourself - in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else - means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight, and never stop fighting.”
    E.E. Cummings

  • #23
    E.E. Cummings
    E.E. Cummings

  • #24
    E.E. Cummings
    “we are for each other: then
    laugh, leaning back in my arms
    for life's not a paragraph

    and death i think is no parenthesis”
    E.E. Cummings

  • #25
    George R.R. Martin
    “I take no joy in mead nor meat, and song and laughter have become suspicious strangers to me. I am a creature of grief and dust and bitter longings. There is an empty place within me where my heart was once.”
    George R.R. Martin, A Game of Thrones

  • #26
    Alan Wilson Watts
    “We are living in a culture entirely hypnotized by the illusion of time, in which the so-called present moment is felt as nothing but an infintesimal hairline between an all-powerfully causative past and an absorbingly important future. We have no present. Our consciousness is almost completely preoccupied with memory and expectation. We do not realize that there never was, is, nor will be any other experience than present experience. We are therefore out of touch with reality. We confuse the world as talked about, described, and measured with the world which actually is. We are sick with a fascination for the useful tools of names and numbers, of symbols, signs, conceptions and ideas.”
    Alan Wilson Watts

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