Eric Gamalinda Quotes & Sayings
Enjoy the top 20 famous quotes, sayings and quotations by Eric Gamalinda.
Famous Quotes By Eric Gamalinda
Then she decided she was ready to die.
But before she did, she asked the poets to record these moments
in song, and the architects to carve the song in marble,
and the marble to be extracted from the most secret veins
of the earth and placed where no man could see it,
because that is the nature of love, because one walks alone
through the ruins of the heart, because the young must sleep
with their eyes open, because the angels tremble
from so much beauty, because memory moves in orbits
of absence, because she holds her hands out in the rain,
and rain remembers nothing, not even how it became itself. — Eric Gamalinda
He imagined over and over the few moments they had together, kiss and touch and stickiness, until those moments congealed to a single kiss, a single touch: a pearl. Then even her face was lost in a blur, only the smallest sensation remained. And then nothing. He was over forty now. He thought of her but the sensuous arousals that once troubled him no longer stirred in him the same seismic memory: he didn't feel hate, or distance, or love, or passion. Only safety. Nothing can touch me now. Only pity. What will you do, whom I cannot save? — Eric Gamalinda
I'll remember your apocalypse if you'll remember mine
It will be a holiday of the senses — Eric Gamalinda
The poems turned up everywhere. Soon the lady of the house went into fits of hysteria when she kept discovering this attack of poetry in the most unlikely places - under doors, in the mother-of-pearl latticework of windowpanes, under jars, stones, flowerpots, loaves of bread, and even delivered by homing pigeons, around whose rose-coloured claws the young matador lovingly wound poems in which he declaimed his love in the quaint language whose provenance was unknown to the world and still evoked images of the uninterrupted empires of Visigiths, the unbridled lust of the Huns and the intransigence of the Berbers. The young maiden recognized only a few words, but to her they were fragments of a secret music: zirimiri, fine rain; senaremaztac, husband and wife; nik behar diren guzian eginen ditut, I shall do everything necessary ... — Eric Gamalinda
My angels are jellyfish,
electric, nearly invisible,
armed with poisoned harpoons.
My archangels are yellow tang.
They feed on sunlight.
They speak through color.
Anything in their paths turns blind. — Eric Gamalinda
In the landscape of despair, everything was a miracle. — Eric Gamalinda
Forgetting: that, too, was the heart's slow way of healing, but it could only be done alone. Love and loss turns us into the most solitary of creatures, their mysteries can never entirely be shared. — Eric Gamalinda
Fuck words, nothing spoken
comprehends the defiantly ephemeral.
I take my incompleteness with the rest, an exile
in any language. — Eric Gamalinda
In spaces too small for light
to crawl I'll hide everything I own.
I'll keep you there for safety.
I'll build a shelter for your
fears. I'll be your own
suicide bomber, a
satellite in the
dwindling
orbits, a
mortal
Om. — Eric Gamalinda
Love is a fragile, useless thing. It decomposes easily in the tropic heat. — Eric Gamalinda
I deny the fact that when I kill time, time is actually killing me — Eric Gamalinda
I love the excesses of beauty,
there is never enough sunlight
in the world I will live in,
never enough room for love. — Eric Gamalinda
It offended him and mocked his wounded soul: the fact that the world didn't die when his heart did. — Eric Gamalinda
Because you brand our tongues
with silence. Because you watch us
in fear, even while we sing. — Eric Gamalinda
The homosexuals fist fuck in the steam room
while the janitor isn't looking. He calls
and never speaks but you can hear Oahu rain.
Press your ear against the glass and heart another
life
not happening, the soundless blur of snow
on the plasma screen. — Eric Gamalinda
The monsoon came, six months
of infinite rain. The towns I once knew
were wiped clean,
and everyone said it was God
revising his poem. — Eric Gamalinda
He was a poet -oh all men are when they're in love. — Eric Gamalinda
I would like to write a suicide note in three and a half
languages
and travel south on a Thursday towards
some form of life outside of earth — Eric Gamalinda
Today, as I look back on those years, I realized there is nothing to understand, that everything is clear to everyone all along. — Eric Gamalinda