Anaïs Nin & i gadded about a hotel room in our robes. she donned some gray silky lingerie & wanted me to do the same & to expose ourselves through the grand window onto some quiet tree-filled neighborhood, but i couldn't find any lingerie to put on. she disappeared & hundreds upon hundreds of people dressed as if for a red carpet descended upon the ( Read more... )

"She only believed in intimacy and proximity, in confessions born in the darkness of a bedroom, in quarrels born of alcohol, in communions born of exhausting walks through the city. She only believed in those words which came like the confessions of criminals after long exposure to hunger, to intense lights, to cross-questioning, to violent tearing ( Read more... )

     "So delicacy and violence are about to meet and challenge each other ( Read more... )

"She stared with such an ancient stare, heavy luxuriant centuries flickering in deep processions."

"Watching my sybaritic walk, and I the sibilance of her tongue. Deep into each other we turned our harlot eyes."
"As we walked along, rockets burst from the street lamps; we swallowed the asphalt road with a jungle roar and the houses with their ( Read more... )

"Analytical insight wrapped in poetry is far more potent than bare analysis. The drug of poetry makes truth and lucidity more absorbent. The intellect cannot resist its invasion. Language becomes the magic potion. Rhythm becomes the instrument of contagion, and the fluidity of the images flows directly into the subconscious without interference."- ( Read more... )