nevermore

"I AM NOT GOING TO CENSOR MYSELF TO COMFORT YOUR IGNORANCE"

And still I dare to love
the sound of the light in the hours of deadness
the color of time on a ruined wall.

In my eyes I’ve lost everything.
Asking is so far away. And so close, this knowledge of want.

—Alejandra Pizarnik, “A Beggar Voice" (translated by Yvette Siegert)

(Source: awritersruminations, via ontheedgeofdarkness)

Poetry leads to the same place as all forms of eroticism — to the blending and fusion of separate objects. It leads us to eternity, it leads us to death, and through death to continuity. Poetry is eternity; the sun matched with the sea. Georges Bataille, Death and Sensuality (via ontheedgeofdarkness)

(Source: ljosio, via ontheedgeofdarkness)