Things I'm Stoked About

1.

Mervyn Peake:

"A ritual, more compelling than ever man devised, is fighting anchored darkness. A ritual of the blood; of the jumping blood. These quicks of sentience owe nothing to his forbears, but to those feckless hosts, a trillion deep, of the globe's childhood. -- The gift of the bright blood. Of blood that laughs when the tenets mutter 'Weep.' Of blood that mourns when the sere laws croak 'Rejoice!' O little revolution in great shades!"

And, also Peake:

"If ever a man was destined to fill in the gap of his own absence with his own ghost it is he. For excommunication is a kind of death."

Also Peake, but just a fragment here:

"the talons of adventure, the antlers of romance"


2.

John Berryman: "Come & diminish me, & map my way."


3.

Homer:

"There was a world . . . Or was it all a dream?"