...we know God is dead, they've told us, but listening to you I wasn't sure.
—Charles Bukowski, "an almost made up poem", On Love
“If in the next life
we could see
such a moon—
no one would cling
to this one.”
—Saigyo, no. 13, Blossom Awakening
“As we had all been flesh together,
now we were mist.
As we had been before objects with shadows,
now we were substance without form, like evaporated chemicals…”
—Louise Glück, “An Adventure”, Faithful and Virtuos Night
