Hot Pink Peach Quotes

“my head is full of black space
and light blue
fluorescent shapes
imploding”
― Henry Virgin, Hot Pink Peach

“To all those who struggle in the darkness, who persevere in perception, waiting for the ice to thaw in their outlandish territories.
May inspiration breathe upon your souls.
Keep Fighting.
- Dedication in Hot Pink Peach”
― Henry Virgin, Hot Pink Peach

“Oh moon, I have begun
to envy you
your terrifying
powers”
― Henry Virgin, Hot Pink Peach

“I’ve always been enchanted by the show of electrical abstractions, within one’s mind; so colourful, myriad and seemingly contingent, which appear, sparkle, glimmer and dissolve into that infinite gloom which one is trying to vanquish with sleep.”
― Henry Virgin, Hot Pink Peach

“I have heartache my Tigress,
Tranquillize me Tigress
with the poisons
on your claw”
― Henry Virgin, Hot Pink Peach

“Hot Pink Peach,
the skin of fevered oil,
drying in this heat
dripping off this tiger lilly`s tongue,
remember me when I am gone”
― Henry Virgin, Hot Pink Peach

“Dry wine for bad spirits,
brandy for heartache
oh, my Hot Pink Peach,
it is my privilege to reach
within your sweet feverings”
― Henry Virgin, Hot Pink Peach

“for I have heard your steps
upon each other
lead into the cellar
where the fungus
moulds an effigy
which moon by moon
explains itself
in clearer forms”
― Henry Virgin, Hot Pink Peach

“your faith is art
and art is make believe,
only you will know
you are alone
to die
of wretched nerves”
― Henry Virgin, Hot Pink Peach

“when Venus came
to my tiger skin
to raise her thighs,
and show me why
so many gods
have died,
in doubt’s
uncertainty of death,
she whispered me...”
― Henry Virgin, Hot Pink Peach

“... if the grim and grey
have their say
they’ll take the sun away”
― Henry Virgin, Hot Pink Peach

“Out from the fire she came
in quiet agony
to feed on me
and claim
my spheres of flame.

Caitiff!
Cruel Stone!”
― Henry Virgin, Hot Pink Peach

“Giants,
hanging off my door
eat, untie the knot
you strung in art,
oil this hinge for me,
in a flashbulb,
the door will swing
deciphering
dauphin syllables
with arrow trimmed toes,
detective tongues
and millimetre ear lobes,
yanked in a pig liver’s weight,
raw for a gabfest day
conceding these
fuzzlusty remains
to steal a blooey thought of you.”
― Henry Virgin, Hot Pink Peach

“so merry is the sage
since mercy made thee
for the grave”
― Henry Virgin, Hot Pink Peach

“My swarthy banner’s down
and burning in the flames
of hoplelessness afar”
― Henry Virgin, Hot Pink Peach

“I look at what I know of silence
foreknowing all in my descent
and wish to know, profoundly how,
the light upon your brow
has touched me so”
― Henry Virgin, Hot Pink Peach

“o pale moonlit eyes
of ebon depth,
I beg we meet
for still you make me dumb
and I am dumb for you,
still dumb,
and taken from the noise,
taken like The King of Thule”
― Henry Virgin, Hot Pink Peach

“Lieber Gott,
Hold me fast as ephemeron
in a single day of unsettled blood,
for doing a dream,
the deb in a fuscous everglade
ties a vine to form a swing
and nude as a hushaby
arcs in champac
to let the vetiver free,
and why?”
― Henry Virgin, Hot Pink Peach