<p>“There is a charming quality, is there not,” he said to me, “in this silence; for hearts that are wounded, as mine is , a novelist whom you will read in time to come, claims that there is no remedy but silence and shadow. And see you this, my boy, there comes in all lives a time, towards which you still have far to go, when the weary eyes can endure but one kind of light; the light which a fine evening like this prepares for us in the stillroom of darkness, when the ears can listen to no music save what the moonlight breathes through the flute of silence.” - Marcel Proust, <em>Swann’s Way.</em><br><br>"A solitary, unused to speaking of what he sees and feels, has mental experiences which are at once more intense and less articulate than those of a gregarious man. They are sluggish yet more wayward, and never without a melancholy tinge. Sights and impressions which others brush aside with a glance, a light comment, a smile, occupy him more than their due; they sink silently in, they take on meaning, they become experience, emotion, adventure. Solitude gives birth to the original in us, to beauty unfamiliar and perilous - to poetry." - Thomas Mann, <em>Death in Venice <br><br></em>"Good feeling, won't you stay with me just a little longer?" - Violent Femmes </p><p><em><br></em>"I'll be so alone without you. Maybe you’ll be lonesome too." - Price, King & Stewart, <em>You Belong to Me</em></p><p><br><strong>LINKS:</strong><br><br>Buy Frank Spicer's <a href="https://www.weslpress.org/9780819568878/my-vocabulary-did-this-to-me/">"<em>My Vocabulary Did This to Me: The Collected Poetry of Jack Spicer".</em></a><em><br><br></em>Send your questions/comments/concerns to: <a href="mailto:[email protected]">[email protected]</a><br><br>My website: <a href="http://www.robynoneil.com/">www.robynoneil.com</a><br><br>"We shall find peace. We shall hear angels, we shall see the sky sparkling with diamonds."</p><p>Anton Chekhov</p>
