Every day is Christmas over here.

Enjoy some brews by authors better than me on this page.

NOTE: I do not own any of this writing and all material belongs to its respective authors. 

*A brief guide:

  • Sample Sets are amazing quotations by amazing authors you would do well to check out. I give a few adjectives of introduction to their style sometimes.
  • Other than that, I share poetry with some other ideas sprinkled in between
  • As wordpress is picky about its postings, I post things on this page via the comments!

5 thoughts on “Peppermint

  1. Alexander Pope: Eloise to Abelard

    How happy is the blameless vestal’s lot!

    The world forgotten, by the world forgot.

    Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!

    Each pray’r accepted, and each wish resign’d…


  2. Molly Peacock: Good Girl

    Hold up the universe, good girl. Hold up
    the tent that is the sky of your world at which
    you are the narrow center pole, good girl. Rup-
    ture is the enemy. Keep all whole. The itch
    to be yourself, plump and bending, below a sky
    unending, held up by God forever
    is denied by you as Central Control. Sever
    yourself, poor false Atlas, poor “Atlesse,” lie
    recumbent below the sky. Nothing falls down,
    except you, luscious and limited on the ground.
    Holding everything up, always on your own,
    creates a loneliness so profound
    you are nothing but a column, good girl,
    a temple ruin against a sky held up
    by forces beyond you. Let yourself curl
    up: a fleshy foetal figure cupped
    about its own vibrant soul. You are
    the universe about its pole. God’s not fair.



    FLAVOR: Dark, funny, cynical, wild, and as best said by one reviewer, “a laughing prophet of doom.”

    “Most things in this world don’t work- but aspirin do.” Mother Night

    “It was all so sad. But it was all so beautiful, too.” Sirens of Titan

    “Everything was beautiful and nothing hurt.” Slaughterhouse Five



    FLAVOR: Somewhat dark, odd, unique, creative: styles his books in new ways, each never the same

    “There’s always more. Always…Sometimes in the shape of other people, SURPRISING people, with unexpected, unimaginable stories of their own. People who looked at the world in a completely different way and by doing so, MADE it different.” More Than This

    “Do we hate paradise so much we need to make sure it becomes a trash heap?” Monsters Of Men, 3/3 Chaos Walking Trilogy

    ” ‘I wonder what was going on last night. With the lights.’ She shrugs. ‘Probably some apocalypse.’ ” The Rest of Us Just Live Here


  5. Wallace Stevens: Domination Of Black

    At night, by the fire,
    The colors of the bushes
    And of the fallen leaves,
    Repeating themselves,
    Turned in the room,
    Like the leaves themselves
    Turning in the wind.
    Yes: but the color of the heavy hemlocks
    Came striding.
    And I remembered the cry of the peacocks.

    The colors of their tails
    Were like the leaves themselves
    Turning in the wind,
    In the twilight wind.
    They swept over the room,
    Just as they flew from the boughs of the hemlocks
    Down to the ground.
    I heard them cry — the peacocks.
    Was it a cry against the twilight
    Or against the leaves themselves
    Turning in the wind,
    Turning as the flames
    Turned in the fire,
    Turning as the tails of the peacocks
    Turned in the loud fire,
    Loud as the hemlocks
    Full of the cry of the peacocks?
    Or was it a cry against the hemlocks?

    Out of the window,
    I saw how the planets gathered
    Like the leaves themselves
    Turning in the wind.
    I saw how the night came,
    Came striding like the color of the heavy hemlocks
    I felt afraid.
    And I remembered the cry of the peacocks.


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