from Anne Carson's 'Nox', 2009
It was routine. Each day, like milk in a pan, about to boil over, Milena would nearly say, 'I love you.'
from Geoff Ryman's 'The Child Garden', 1989 (Voyager, 1999, p.39)
who is this
with thickening presence and
a touch that traverses
folds into grief
what there is not yet time for
still from brit marling & zal batmanglij's 'the oa' (2016)
if you look kind of sideways
it takes 15-20 minutes
wrap yourself up in a blanket
between layers, but you can't jump
he had a series of blue dots and a series of red dots
I enjoy searching for those
where does that one end and that--
she imagines drifting away
But he said it's moving and I said--
I don't remember much in the build up
it would just be nice to visit some of them.
And certain evenings, something in the balance
falls to the dewpoint where our minds condense
and then inslides itself between moments
and spills the heart from its circumference;
and this is when the moon matchlessly opens
and you can feel by instinct in the distance
the bigger mountains hidden by the mountains,
like intentions among suggestions.
excerpt from 'Mountains' by Alice Oswald
from her collection: 'The Thing in the Gap-Stone Stile'
The moment he read the story in LIFE, Aquarius had become infatuated with Armstrong's recurrent dream. It was a beautiful dream - to hold one's breath and to levitate; not to fly and not to fall, but to hover. It was beautiful because it might soon prove to be prophetic, beautiful because it was profound and it was mysterious, beautiful because it was appropriate to a man who would land on the moon. It was therefore a dream on which one might found a new theory of the dream, for any theory capable of explaining this visitor of the night would have to be inadequate, unless it were ready to declare that levitation, breath and the moon were not proper provinces of the dream.
// Of a Fire on the Moon (1969), Norman Mailer
it occurred to me, as the heavy curtains were opened and the morning light flooded the small dining area, that without a doubt we sometimes eclipse our own dreams with reality.
// M Train (2015), Patti Smith
Let's fall to Earth. Here.
// I Am Belfast (2015), Mark Cousins