绿野黑天鹅

• 姜小瑁

  2014-10-31
  How could I know a famished heart will eat it mind? Can kill its body?
• 姜小瑁

  2014-10-31
  True poetry is truth. Truth is not popular, so poetry also is not.
• 姜小瑁

  2014-10-31
  If you are not truthful to the world about who and what you are, your art will stink of falsenesses.
• 姜小瑁

  2014-10-31
  Poets and tailors conceal their craft in their craft.
• 姜小瑁

  2014-10-31
  Beauty is immune to definition. When beauty is present, you know.... Your potter has made the vase, yes, but has not made the beauty. Only an object where beauty resides...
• 姜小瑁

  2014-10-31
  But the word "make" is unsufficient for a true poem. "Create" is unsufficient. All words are insufficient. Because of this. The poem exists before it is written.
• 姜小瑁

  2014-10-31
  Me, I want to bloody kick this moronic bloody world in the bloody teeth over and over till it bloody understands that not hurting people is ten bloody thousand times more bloody important than being right.
• 姜小瑁

  2014-10-31
  Something silent smashed without being dropped.
• 姜小瑁

  2014-10-31
  Make-believe grief is fun.
• 姜小瑁

  2014-10-31
  Rain erased the twentieth century. Rain turned the world to whites and grays.