Sam Sax Quotes

there's a theory that says you don't exist unless someone calls and you respond

you either love the world or you live in it

i only want the world to end when i'm done with it

what does it mean to be descendant of something monstrous? to still love the monster?

my hands love to make war of love.

love at first sight is only possible if the government hasn't first taken your eyes

there must be something else worth praising besides pleasure & destruction

i carry much nostalgia for the times i don’t remember

you have to wonder how a boy or the shape of a boy wound up here in this unstable field.

i know everyone i love who’s dead didn’t actually become the poem i wrote about them.

i’d lash myself to any new mast

anything can be a drug if you love it.

& he watches each muscle volt into place. the surgeon became the surgeon after years of opening books & making sense of their contents

BESTIARY " charybdis: when i suck in / i make deadly / whirlpools / ask anyone who’s managed / to climb out / alive dragon: patrol or pillage / he exhales and a whole village / burns / iron scaled sentry / guardian of the ivory / tower i wrap my legs around / everyone thinks / he’s a brute / but for me / he lifts his breast plate / for me he welcome the quiver / and the arrow’s teeth. golem: take his hair in your hands / his dead / skin cells / his discarded undergarments / take them / and make of them a new boy this effigy / his likeness and nothing / like him / breathe life into its clenched carapace // my god / i think i saw it / move medusa: when i saw / my face / reflected in terror / in his eyes / i turned to stone / or a pillar of salt watching my village burn / he was the village burning / maybe that’s a different story / maybe in the end only the snakes wept siren: he cries / and i / lashed to the mast of a ship / steer my body toward the sound / sheets bound around wrists and ankles tears make grief / a lighthouse you wear / when i hear him a huge wood wheel turns in my stomach / and i break / open on / his jagged coast werewolf: there are many words for transformation / metamorphosis metaphor / medication / go to sleep / beside the man you love wake up next to a dog / maybe the moon brought it out of him hound hungry for blood / maybe its your fault / or maybe it was there inside him / howling all along

can you believe there’s freedom in being so out of control

of course i know i’m going to die. until then i’m attempting only to stave off the flies. i’m trading what’s left of my youth for a glass tube to cast a quiet spell inside.

his laugh a memory so liquid i’ll hear it when anyone opens a window to scare the birds

if you look close at the process of fermentation you’ll see tiny animals destroying the living body until it’s transformed into something more volatile

All I want to be is a minor augury, the oracle at Delphi huffing fumes off the bituminous limestone. All I want to do is leave a little more room for what food people are left to do their feral blooming.

[The lord, with their seven heads,] deemed, in their infinite wisdom and cruelty, that we must be punished for our gluttony, this invented sin, and a flipped a great switch that requires us to take the world inside us in order to survive it, and so it was, and so it has ever since been.

Anywhere can be a home, so long as it feeds you.

God, please notice me. Only, dear god, please not too closely.

Maybe what it means to belong to a city is that, if it could flee – the city, I mean – you might be one of the things it would grab in the night to carry with it so it could remember its name.

I'm a writer, the writer replied, I can't speak back to you what was as if it is, but rather can only record it for you once it is gone, to offer an isness that isn't anymore, do you understand?

I Think I’m In Love – Kat Dahlia That Part – Lauren Spencer Smith Always Been You – Jessie Murph Say You Won’t Let Go – James Arthur Just The Way You Are – Bruno Mars Rewrite The Stars – Maddi Jane Night Drive – Henry Lose You To Love Me – Selena Gomez Happier – Marshmellow, Bastille Drivers License – Olivia Rodrigo When We Were Young - Adele Hate U Love U – Olivia O’Brien If The World Was Ending – JP Saxe, Julia All Too Well (10 min) Taylor Swift Say Something – A Great Big World, Christina Aguilera You Broke Me First – Tate McRae Demons – Boyce Avenue, Jennel Garcia Figure You Out – Voila Boyfriend – Dove Cameron Too Good At Goodbyes – Sam Smith Mercy – Sawn Mendes Perfect – Ed Sheeran Can I Be Him – James Arthur Thinking Out Loud – Ed Sheeran

I love anything that breaks suffering down into a clean taxonomy you might look to when lost and nod your head in the performance of understanding.

please tell me how am i supposed to go on knowing you are [ ]

though when the old men find us, they scold me with one outstretched finger, the same one I use to reinvent the world.

We are learning to control fire, to take a burning thing inside us, and then let it go.

What I know for sure is any word repeated enough ends up meaning nothing.

God, someone please notice me. Only, dear god, please not too closely.

We light the fire and watch it spread at first like a yawn and then like an infection and finally, a religion.

Invisibility can be another kind of violence. There are a hundred different apocalypses on the horizon, and what can I do? Everyone’s either talking about it and not acting, or worse, not even talking, just going back to their salads and yoga classes and pashminas. And what can be done, really?

But what else is life? Besides blood, what ties us? Sometimes miracle is just another word for naming precisely what already exists.

I can’t even bring myself to do the chanting. Whenever I do, all I hear is my own voice, alone next to everyone else’s. Here I am singing along to the radio while the rest of the world is somehow inside the radio singing together.

I tried to make my life what I hoped death might look like, a weighted blanket, the arms of a comforter wrapping around you as you watch your own story unfold across a screen outside of you. But, of course, I realize now, death is quite the opposite. It is reliving all of it, the fog become sentient, whatever’s left, feeling every inch of the needle work its way in, then out again, and then back in. The mark you leave on the world, left forever in you.

All I want to do is leave a little more room for what good people are left to do their feral blooming.

What’s the cost of living—although never, Why does it cost to live?