Henri Cole Quotes

the wrinkled sleeve of the head

Proximity to this death makes me nostalgic for the French language.

You weren't born by yourself.

You see, my mind takes me far,
but my heart dreams of return.

I intended to make a poem about the superiority of language over brute force

Was I happier there in my loneliness

We all came from our mothers' bellies. We all have hope in our veins. We don't want history to forget us, but the dead look after the afterwards.

I'm standing in the lake, forming a whirlpool with my arms, letting the force of atonement pull me into its center until I cannot any longer hang onto my observations or any sense of myself, like dust and hydrogen clouds getting all excited white creating new stars to light the backyard. How poignantly emptiness cries out to be filled.

Mars red gladiolus

Introducing the idea of beauty as a salve and of aesthetics making something difficult accessible.

Over the past 30 years, hand grenades, tanks, fighter jets, missiles, helicopters and assault rifles have replaced traditional floral patterns in rug making and other textiles. Depicting these realities of war has helped the Afghan people to survive during times of conflict.

There's no animal that sleep-deprives itself like the human.

unselfing themselves

Her eyes are salt-choked.

I feel like a jug in which wine is poured until it overflows.

spattering the walls with pulp and guano, like graffiti artists.

A plague of snow, fluffy and dry before it hardens and grips the trees, the walls, and the cars parked haphazardly everywhere. When I walk to the little market a few blocks away, it feels like a test of endurance.

The thick, caressable curls if his hair.

sleep-stiffened bones

There was rain on steroids.