"For an Irish person, it’s always there, the way it is for, say, a Cuban. To be Irish is to make up your mind about whether or not to leave Ireland."
"Is there no way out of the mind?"
— Sylvia Plath, from “Apprehensions” (via awritersruminations)
"is dead, is nothing time or work can mend, /
though his machinery remains, to rot"
though his machinery remains, to rot"
— Matthew Buckley Smith, “Nowhere” (2011)
"and lobster tastes most fresh /
the nearer to death"
the nearer to death"
— Dick Allen, “With Drizzled Warm Butter, Intensely Rendered” (2011)
(Source: poetryfoundation.org)
