Quotes from Alice Notley

and you breathe on me, as if I were an object, observable malice.

I'm told that I'm Wisdom, but how would I know?

I'm the being for whom nothing happens: now nothing happens to you.

I don't let my thoughts plan on anything, even their completion. I once tried to select some way to be.

It's all like me; and any song for this would just be bullshit. This is a thing, where they stopped trying, they deserted it, and desertion itself is the only possible song.

It isn't a good price, that you pay for writing a poem.

Have you forgotten yourself enough to come with me?

they seem to cry out that they want to be gods not humans.

In those days we weren't always singular, but rode the sea of consciousness like bubbles overlapped.

I don't think this is about love; you are telling me we need a new description.

Hurts so—That's just loss. This hole within—

The edges of your wound surround a void

I don't want to be in love. I'm tired of another's thoughts. I'm not, I can't stand my own.

up we ascend past the constellations of dawn

being nothing, being unimagined, being unreal.

I saw you come to me as if you were a god

I don't want this poem to be beautiful. I do.

Fleeing through forest turning silver, in the primal moonlight smeared on us we ran like horses

I'm the one into whose arms you fall when you fall through all of space.

I have no skills; I have no hope; I don't want any hope. I simply want to sit here, in this calm.

he who only came to me dreaming

We fled you others, corrupt compatriots, love without a bed, in the woods its dark arms.

I settle on nothing; I decide nothing. This is not a final place. There is no such place.

room of the shining sounds.