Zen Rabbit Quotes

— Theodore Roethke, from section 5 of “Unfold! Unfold!” Words of the Wind: The Collected Verse of Theodore Roethke (Indiana University Press, 1964)

— Warsan Shire, Questions for the Woman I was Last Night

— Ralph Waldo Emerson

You, sir, are my favorite kind of my beast: the hunter who has become a cannibal. The one who knows it is so much easier to hunt what you have always been, that flesh is just flesh as long as it runs. Tell me, what does your daughter smell like? Does she love as hard as she bites? Do the catcalls now stick in your throat? Do you dream of the women who’ve swallowed you whole? What do you fear the most: the mirrors of men she will bring home or the constant reminder of the daughters you’ve stalked? Are you still excited by the dark? The burst, the carcass, purpled thighs: My darling, where have your hands been? What weapons would you plant in a son?

The New Novel, 1877. Winslow Homer. Watercolor on paper

T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land

by Walt Whitman I sit and look out upon all the sorrows of the world, and upon all oppression and shame; I hear secret convulsive sobs from young men, at anguish with themselves, remorseful after deeds done; I see, in low life, the mother misused by her children, dying, neglected, gaunt, desperate; I see the wife misused by her husband–I see the treacherous seducer of young women; I mark the ranklings of jealousy and unrequited love, attempted to be hid–I see these sights on the earth; I see the workings of battle, pestilence, tyranny–I see martyrs and prisoners; I observe a famine at sea–I observe the sailors casting lots who shall be kill’d, to preserve the lives of the rest; I observe the slights and degradations cast by arrogant persons upon laborers, the poor, and upon negroes, and the like; All these–All the meanness and agony without end, I sitting, look out upon, See, hear, and am silent.

Taking the Edge Off - by Stephen Romer (from Set Thy Love In Order)

Eugene O'Neill, Long Day’s Journey Into Night (via sweethotjazz)

— Eugene O’neill’s Long Day’s Journey Into Night (via professorhambonie-blog)

“Living in a Simulation” — Tom Clark