The seas of pity lie/ Locked and frozen in each eye//
foreplay for love
❝ If wild my breast and sore my pride
I bask in dreams of suicide
If cool my heart and high my head
I think, “How lucky are the dead.” ❞
— Dorothy Parker
Susanna Kaysen (1994, p. 48) writes in her memoir that certain hospitals, “had housed many great poets” and wondered if such hospitals specialise in poets, or was it that poets specialised in madness? She went on to ponder, “what is it about meter and cadence and rhythm that makes their makers mad?”
❝ A book should serve as the ax for the frozen sea within us. ❞
— Kafka wrote,
— Sexton quoted,
— Auden would’ve approved.
Kaysen, S. (1993). Girl, interrupted. Private Idaho: Turtle Bay Books.
Parker, D. (2001). The Collected Dorothy Parker. London: Penguin Classics.