And to think I could be at home cleaning the cat box," Esther Charlemagne said. "Watching for a Peeping Tom is so much better." ~ Chapter 2 The Night Shadow by Cheri Vause
[On Jason Mashak's “I Was Trained to See Shadows”, in his poetry book SALTY AS A LIP:] A nice bit of smooth, full-bodied, surreal story telling. I like it.
Perhaps what matters is not the human pain or joy at all but, rather, the play of shadow and light on a live body, the harmony of trifles assembled...in a unique and inimitable way.
Wherefore the mere practical architect is not able to assign sufficient reasons for the forms he adopts; and the theoretic architect also fails, grasping the shadow instead of the substance.
We think of those nights spent with one or more friends, nights when we merged with the shadows and could see the world with eyes that were not our own.
Archimedes was my ideal. I admired the works of artists, but to my mind, they were only shadows and semblances. The inventor, I thought, gives to the world creations which are palpable, which live and work.
...What awaits at the end is light... ...And at the same time, darkness.
Vengeance was one hell of a roommate.
On stage, I am in the dark.
In the dark , everything is scary
God love's in the dark.
You're the light in my darkness
darkness of life is living death
Darkness is full of possibility.
Dark chocolate-covered blueberries are my favorite sweet.
I'm not a very dark person.
There is no such thing as darkness; only a failure to see.
To me, death is dark, pain, grief.
A man always looks good in a dark suit.
I love dark chocolate. I love it.
I became a nightangle in the darkness ❤ ❤
