— David Cronenberg, Consumed
what a cruel joke it is, to love..
to. love.
Till death do us part? Yea no you’re not getting out of this that easily
No man has ever looked at me the way you do. Its not lust. Its not love either. Its beyond human experience, something no one has ever witnessed, so it lacks a name. Its something higher than simple love.
Velimir Khlebnikov, from The Collected Works of Velimir Khlebnikov; “Lyrics,”
Sylvia Plath, aged 30, in a letter to her mother, 6 months after discovering her husband's infidelity, and their subsequent separation (dated Wednesday, 16 January 1963)
[Ted Hughes (aged 32) - her husband, who was having an affair with Assia Wevill (aged 35), a married woman who rented their London flat at Chalcot Square; Sylvia moved with their children (a 2-year-old daughter & an 11-month-old son) from Court Green in Devon, to 23 Fitzroy Road in London, at a rented flat, formerly the residence of W. B. Yeats]
If my poetry & prose don’t feel like this song; I won’t write them. ( I )