writing inspo

I crash like a bombed-out calamity / I am no good for anyone

That if you return somewhere often enough it becomes infused with your energy; that the past never leaves us; that there’s always atmosphere to consider; that you can wound air as cleanly as you can wound flesh.

…art has always had a balancing effect on your mind; it is a reminder that you are more than a body and its accompanying grief.

There are no bargains between lion and men. I will kill you and eat you raw

I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world.

Achilles weeps. He cradles me, and will not eat, nor speak a word other than my name. I see his face as if through water, as a fish sees the sun. His tears fall, but I cannot wipe them away. This is my element now, the half-life of the unburied spirit.

He is a weapon, a killer. Do not forget it. You can use a spear as a walking stick, but that will not change its nature.

All I do is observe and take notes, trying to put things down in ways that are as powerful, as simple, and as direct as I feel them. I can never do that. I keep trying, but I can’t. I’m not good enough as a writer or poet or whatever it is I need to be. I don’t know what to do about that. It drives me frantic sometimes. I’m getting better, but so slowly.

Oh, I will be cruel to you, Marya Morevna. It will stop your breath, how cruel I can be. But you understand, don’t you? You are clever enough. I am a demanding creature. I am selfish and cruel and extremely unreasonable. But I am your servant. When you starve I will feed you; when you are sick I will tend you. I crawl at your feet; for before your love, your kisses, I am debased. For you alone I will be weak.

The want survived any fight… It was wolf, tenacious. She could not remember, now, ever having felt happy or sad. Only hungry. Only empty, and greedy, and insatiable.

All the cute nicknames Victor Frankenstein called his son throughout the book: