One writes because one has been touched by the yearning for and the despair of ever touching the Other.
Charles SimicPoetry is an orphan of silence. The words never quite equal the experience behind them.
Charles SimicThe plain truth is we are going to die. Here I am, a teeny spec surrounded by boundless space and time, arguing with the whole of creation, shaking my fist, sputtering, growing even eloquent at times, and then-poof! I am gone. Swept off once and for all. I think that is very, very funny.
Charles Simic