16 June 2011

curiosity, tenderness, kindness, ecstasy

"For me a work of fiction exists only insofar as it affords me what I shall bluntly call aesthetic bliss, that is a sense of being somehow, somewhere, connected with other states of being where art (curiosity, tenderness, kindness, ecstasy) is the norm."

14 June 2011

Langston Hughes


I loved my friend.
He went away from me.
There's nothing more to say.
The poem ends
Soft as it began-
I loved my friend.

©Langston Hughes Estate

06 June 2011