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1 " Physics says: go to sleep. Of courseyou’re tired. Every atom in youhas been dancing the shimmy in silver shoesnonstop from mitosis to now.Quit tapping your feet. They’ll danceinside themselves without you. Go to sleep.Geology says: it will be all right. Slow inchby inch America is giving itselfto the ocean. Go to sleep. Let darknesslap at your sides. Give darkness an inch.You aren’t alone. All of the continents used to beone body. You aren’t alone. Go to sleep.Astronomy says: the sun will rise tomorrow,Zoology says: on rainbow-fish and lithe gazelle,Psychology says: but first it has to be night, soBiology says: the body-clocks are stopped all over townandHistory says: here are the blankets, layer on layer, down and down. "
― Albert Goldbarth
2 " Talk to me. I'll believe anything. "
3 " ... I slipped our wicker bed and walked the sands where we were also roughly repeated: some young couple, "you did," "I didn't," "you sure the fuck did" – they huggedthat bicker to their chests like blankets fighting cold. "
4 " then"love," or "falling in love," an extra density textured into the weave of the days, a craziness,an orchidaceous interdimensional blossoming of the otherwiselinear creatures we were. "
― Albert Goldbarth , Marriage And Other Science Fiction
5 " I think it's the future. At least, it's the futurewe called "tomorrow." Here it is,"today": one hundred cups of effort,good intentions, small misunderstandings,stretching away from the bedand finally leading back to it. "
― Albert Goldbarth , The Kitchen Sink: New and Selected Poems, 1972-2007
6 " How many hands were shook and names were signedand pipes were passed congenially in a circle,before the first of the used-car dealerships rose upon the ground where the gods had walked? "
― Albert Goldbarth , Everyday People
7 " And each of the train's hundred windowshad a face. Passing quickly, itbecame a strip of filmso worked as film does: onecontinuous story formed, The Manof A Hundred Faces. I ranalongside, so slow (that trick of perception)I ran backwards. Finally,I was a child. I looked up in the movietheater I went to each Saturday afternoon,the screen like a window, and wavedto the figure there, an old manat the station just as we pulled away."- The Story "
8 " If your life depended on coming up with a tally,if you could straighten its numbers into a flexible linearound the moon and back a dozen times,a hundred … still you couldn’t count the planetsthat cohabit this planet. "
9 " you don’t understandthe protoknowledge we’re born with, coded into our cells:soon soon soon enough we die. Even before we’ve seenthe breast, we’re crying to the world that we want;and the world doles out its milkiness in doses. Wewant, we want, we want, and if we don’t thenthat’s what we want: abstemiousness is onlyhunger translated into another language. Yesthere’s pain and and heartsore rue and suffering, butthere’s no such thing as “anti-pleasure”: it’s pleaurethat the anchorite takes in his bleak caveand Thoreau in his bean rows and cabin. For Thoreau,the Zen is: wanting less is wanting more.Of less. "