Mirror, 2009 by Barry La Va
I expect miracles this week. And this month. And this year.
“Hecate, my goddess of night, of ghosts, bringing me into realms where I could confront the dark. She lit the way through my journey.”— Lisa Marie Basile, from “Survival & Truth: How Toris Amos’ Under The Pink Changed My Life,”
“The witch has as many moods and as many faces as the moon. Most of all, she is misunderstood.”— Kristen J. Sollée, from “Witches, Sluts, Feminists: Conjuring the Sex Positive,”
“I do not really know whether I have survived. My inner self has shut itself up more and more. As though to protect itself, it has become inaccessible even to me,”— Rainer Maria Rilke, from a letter to Elisabeth Schenck wr. c. January 1919
“I do a death dance, / I lay a snake skin…”— Anne Sexton, from Complete Poems of Anne Sexton; “Telephone,” (edited)
“I have no one, no one here except the fear, together we roll through the nights locked in each other’s arms.”— ‘Letters to Milena,’ Franz Kafka
the unknowable she
“I have more memories than if I had lived a thousand years.”— Charles Baudelaire, “Spleen,” Flowers of Evil (trans. Anthony Hecht)
