There’s a beauty, a truly conjugal beauty, in having this sleeves-up, pants-down labor marry – that is, verify – the insights of a blackboard to a cocoa plantation on Principe Island off West Equatorial Africa, to observe if there was a ‘curvature of space’ around the solar eclipse of May 29, 1919, finally proving the runic equations of Einstein’s general theory of relativity.

  • From Combinations of the Universe, by Albert Goldbarth

 

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Rosalie brought magic to the lonely so long ago. now Rosalie either so very old or so quiet under the earth, this is the pimple-faced kid who lied about his age just to watch you.

You were good, Rosalie in 1935, good enough to remember now when the light is yellow and the nights are slow.

  • from You Get So Alone at Times That It Just Makes Sense, by Charles Bukowski

I help him burn some more of his poesy they float well down the river lighting up the night as good words should.

  • from You Get So Alone at Times That It Just Makes Sense, by Charles Bukowski

I was young but always alone—I felt that I needed the time to get something done and the only way I could buy time was with poverty.

  • from You Get So Alone at Times That It Just Makes Sense, by Charles Bukowski

they really have no idea of what to do with themselves: swim? tennis? drive up the coast? down the coast?

  • from You Get So Alone at Times That It Just Makes Sense, by Charles Bukowski

we are trying to beat the percentages and each day some must fall so that others can go on.

  • from You Get So Alone at Times That It Just Makes Sense, by Charles Bukowski

there is hardly anything as beautiful as a woman in a long dress not even the sunrise not even the geese flying south in the long V formation in the bright freshness of early morning.

  • from You Get So Alone at Times That It Just Makes Sense, by Charles Bukowski