FIRE LOVE EP 00:00 AM JUNE 17, 2018 SOUNDCLOUD @ CONEFLOWE
“What if I missed you, somehow, along the way. And you should be with me now in this bed surrounded by my books, and the curtains that move with the fan, and the honeysuckle leaves dried on the dirty floor. I think you’d sing, maybe. Or I would sing. And we’d fall asleep like that. Every night. What if I missed you and now we have to live like this, like a piece is missing, all the way through. A hole the size of our fists. I’ve been looking for God with no luck since I was fifteen but I think, really, I’ve been looking for you.”— Emery Allen, from Holy Things In This World
“I want to be open for you. Like the moonflower at dusk, pale and luminescent in the heat. Like the doors of a church carved into something forgiving - I want to be a place for you to rest. Honey, please listen when I tell you this. Love is safe. Do you hear me? I’ve put all the pain away. Everything sharp is wrapped up. Everything loud is hushed. Love is the wind that makes the leaves dance. You are the softest part of the morning.”— Emery Allen, from Holy Things In This World
“you fear that love will do what it always does turn you into rain”— Emery Allen, from Holy Things In This World
“Poetry is a state. A sort of vagabondage. When I was three years old, one evening I went out of the house on my own, to try to bring back the moonlight in my parents’ champagne bucket. That’s what poetry is.
When I write, it is a bit like a transfusion. Nothing in the least intellectual about it. My words are extinguished lamps.”
Claude de Burine, from “The Green Notebook,” published c. 1980 (x)
